by Charles Dickens
, first published as a novel in 1850. Like most of his works, it originally appeared in serial form
a year earlier. Many elements within the novel follow events in Dickens' own life, and it is probably the most autobiographical
of all of his novels.
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll find us ready.
I am a lone lorn creetur and everythink goes contrairy with me.
Ye-es. Barkis is willin'.
A loving heart was better and stronger than wisdom…
"David," said Mr. Murdstone, "to the young this is a world for action; not for moping and droning in."
When I lived at home with papa and mama, I really should have hardly understood what the word meant, in the sense in which I now employ it, but experientia does it, — as papa used to say.
"My other piece of advice, Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "you know. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the god of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and — and in short you are for ever floored. As I am!"
I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
It's a mad world. Mad as Bedlam, boy!