Even when the lessons are done, the worst is yet to happen, in the shape of an appalling sum. This is invented for me, and delivered to me orally by Mr Murdstone, and begins, 'If I go into a cheesemonger's shop, and buy five thousand double-Gloucester cheeses at fourpence-halfpenny each, present payment' - at which I see Miss Murdstone secretly overjoyed. I pose over these cheses without any result or enlightment until dinner-rime, when, having made a Mulatto of myself by getting the dirt of the slate into into the pores of my skin, I have a slice of bread to help me out with the cheeses, and am considered in disgrace for the rest of the evening.

'Oh, Davy, Davy*'

'Now, Clara,' says Mr Murdstone, 'be firm with the boy. Don't say, "Oh, Davy, Davy!" That's childish. He knows his lesson, or he does not know it.'

'He does not know it,' Miss Murdstone interposes awfully.

'I am really afraid he does not,' says my mother.

'Then, you see, Clara,' returns Miss Murdstone, 'you should just give him the book back, and make him know it.'

'Yes, certainly,' says my mother; 'that is what I intend to do, my dear Jane. Now, Davy, try once more, and don't be stupid.'

I obey the first clause of the injunction by trying once more, but am not so successful with the second, for I am very stupid.

I come into the second-best parlour after breakfast, with my books, and an exercise-book, and a slate. My mother is ready for me at her writing-desk, but not half so ready asMr Murdstone in his easy-chair by th window (though he pretends to be reading a book), or as Miss Murdstone, sitting near my mother stringing steel beads. The very sight of these two has much an influence over me, that I begin to feel the words I have been at infinite pains to get into my head, all sliding away, and going I don't know where. I wonder where they do go, by the by?

Again, I wonder with a sudden fear whether it is likely that our good clergyman can be wrong, and Mr and Mrs Murdstone right, and that all the angels in Heaven can be destroying angels. Again, if I move a finger or relax a muscle of my face, Miss Murdstone pokes me with her prayer-book, and makes my side ache.

Sjøfolk betrakter gjerrighet seg imellom med dyp forakt. Og det overmåte sjeldne i tjenesten: en gjerrig offiser, ser de ned på. En streng kaptein kan de tåle - men ingenting kan drive britiske sjøfolk til mytteri fortere enn den kapteinen de mistenker for å fylle egne lommer på deres bekostning.

ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur

(Secundum Mattheum 12,34)

sequidem ex fructu arbor agnoscitur

(Secundum Mattheum 12,33)

Iesus autem sciens cogitationes eorum dixit eis
omne regnum divisum contra se desolatur
et omnis civitas vel domus divisa contra se non stabit
et si Satanas Satanan eicit adversus se divisus est
quomodo ergo stabit regnum eius
et si ego in Beelzebub eicio daemones
filii vestri in quo eiciunt
ideo ipsi iudices erunt vestri

(Secundum Mattheum 12,25-27)

'But really,' pursued Mrs Blimber, 'I think if I could have known Cicero, and been his friend, and talked with him in his retirement at Tusculum (beau-ti-ful Tusculum!), I could have died contended!

But, on this hint, she turned to admire his classical and intellectual lineaments, and turning agin to Mr Dombey, said, with a sigh, that she envied his dear son.

'Like a bee, Sir,' said Mrs Blimber, with uplifted eyes, 'about to plunge into a garden of the choicest flowers, and sip the sweets for the first time. Virgil, Horace, Ovid, Terence, Plautus, Cicero. What a world of honey have we here.

It was much more satisfactory, he observed, rubbing his hands, to begin at the foundation. And again he leered at Paul, as if he would have liked to tackle him with the Greek alphabet, on the spot.

'Ha!' said Dr Blimber. 'Shall we make a man of him?'

'Do you hear, Paul?' added Mr Dombey; Paul being silent.

'Shall we make a man of him?' repeated the Doctor.

'I had rather be a child,' replied Paul.

Again, I see her [i.e. Miss Murdstone's] dark eyes roll round the church when she says 'miserable sinners', as if she were calling all the congregation names.

The Doctor was sitting in his portentous study, with a globe at each knee, books all around him, Homer over the door, and Minerva on the mantel-shelf.

The young gentlemen were prematurely full of carking anxieties. They knew no rest from the pursuit of stoney-hearted verbs, savage noun-substantives, inflexible syntactic passages, and ghosts of exercises that appeared to them in their dreams

.Dombey and Son,' repeated his father. 'Would you like to be Dombey and Son now, and lend this money to young Gay's uncle?'

'Oh! if you please, Papa!' said Paul: and so would Florence.'

'Girls,' said Mr Dombey, 'have nothing to do with Dombey and Son. Would you like it?'