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'I an't what I could wish myself to be,' said Mrs Gummidge. 'I'm far from it. I know what I am. My troubles has made me contrairy. I feel my troubles, and they make me contrairy. [...] If thinks must go contrairy with me, and I must go contrairy myself, let me go contrairy in my parish.

Engång skall du vara en av dem som levat för längesen.
Jorden skall minnas dig så som den minns gräset och skogarna,
det multnade lövet.
Så som myllan minns
och så som bergen minns vindarna.
Din frid skall vara oändlig så som havet.

'Yes, yes, it is,' cried Mrs Gummidge. 'I know what I am. I know that I am a lone lorn creetur', and not only that everythink goes contrairy with me, but that I go contrairy with everybody. Yes, yes. I feel more than other people do, and I show it more. It's my misfortun'.'

Mrs Gummidge had been in a low state all day, and had burst into tears in the forenoon, when the fire smoked. 'I am a long lorn creetur',' were Mrs Gummidge's words, when that unpleasant occurence took place, 'and everythink goes contrairy with me.'

'Oh, it'll soon leave off,' said Peggoty - I again mean our Peggotty - 'and besides, you know, it's not more disagreeable to you than to us.'

'I feel it more,' said Mrs Gummidge.

[...]She was constantly complaining of the cold, and of its occasioning a visitation in her back which she called 'the creeps'. At last she shed tears on that subject, and said again that she was 'a lone lorn creetur' and everythink went contrairy with her'.

'It is certainly very cold,' said Peggotty. 'Everybody must feel it so.'

'I feel it more than other people,' said Mrs Gummidge.

Massemorderen som ikke kom inn fra ingenting, er norsk og tilhører en historisk og nålevende sterk norsk tradisjon. Hvis ikke denne bekjempes, går Norge mot en bestemmelse som ikke endte 22. juli 2011. Den begynte da.

'Come, Miss Dombey,' said Walter, looking after him as they turned away also, 'we'll go to my uncle as quick as we can. Did you ever hear Mr Dombey speak of Mr Carter the junior, Miss Florence?'

'No,' returned the child, mildly, 'I don't often hear papa speak.'

[...], and in the meanwhile the clocks appeared to have made up their minds never to strike three any more.

[...], who had been appointed schoolmaster because he didn't know anything, and wasn't fit for anything and for whose cruel cane all chubby little boys had a perfect fascination.

His social existance had been more like that of an early Christian, than an innocent child of the nineteenth century. He had been stoned in the streets. He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts.

Handlinger som alle mener skader andre mennesker
Dette kan være mange forskjellige handlinger. Det kan strides om hvor mange. Men det er utstrakt enighet om at fysisk vold mot, og drap av, andre mennesker faller inn under dette. Det kan ikke være tvil om at Breiviks handlinger 22. juli 2011 faller inn under dette. Hvis dette per definisjon er onde handlinger, er Anders Behring Breivik klart et ondt menneske. Men da er også Bush jr., Obama, Stoltenberg og Bondevik onde mennesker. Det å gi ordre til drap må klart falle inn under onde handlinger. Da var også Hitler ond. Og begrunnelsen for deres onde handlinger er i regelen alltid at det på lengre sikt tjener det gode [...]. Altså om 1000 drepes, vil det i morgen spare 100 000.

I kampen om språket forkastes en slik mening med ordet 'ond'. Verken NATOs politiske ledere eller Breivik er onde mennesker. Å kalle dem det, vil i alle fall bare føre til et nytt spørsmål: Hvorfor er de onde?

Saken er den at nesten ingen handlinger som fysisk skader og/eller dreper mennesker er gjort av onde eller syke mennesker. Det er ikke ondskap (eller psykisk sykdom) som er problemet. Det er normaliteten - og det er den vi burde stille et spørsmålstegn ved.

As to any sense of inequality, or youthfulness, or other difficulty in our way, little Em'ly and I had no such trouble, because we had no future. We made no more provision for growing older, than we did for growing younger.

[...] Mr Peggotty went out to wash himself in a kettleful of hot water, remarking that 'cold water would never get his muck off'. He soon returned, greatly improved in appearance; but so rubicund, that I couldn't help thinking his face had this in common with the lobsters, crabs, and crawfish, - that it went into hot water very black, and came out very red.

One thing I particularly noticed in this delightful house, was the smell of fish; which was so searching, that when I took out my pocket-handkerchief to wipe my nose, I found it smelt exactly as if it had wrapped up a lobster.

On the walls there were some common coloured pictures, framed and glazed, of scripture subjects; [...]. Abraham in red going to sacrifice Isaac in blue, and Daniel in yellow cast into a den of green lions, were the most prominent of these.

Yarmouth [...] looked rather spongy and soppy, I thought, as I carried my eye over the great dull waste that lay across the river; and I could not help wondering, if the world were really as round as my geography book said, how any part of it came to be so flat. But I reflected that Yarmouth might be situated at one of the poles; which would account for it.

They left me, during this time, with a very nice man with with a very large head of red hair and a very small shiny hat upon it, who had got a cross-barred shirt or waistcoat on, with 'Skylark' in capital letetrs across the chest. I thought it was his name; and that as he lived on board ship and hadn't a street door to put his name on, he put it there instead; but when I called him Mr Skylark, he said it meant the vessel.

All the time we were out, the two gentlemen smoked incessantly - which, I thought, if I might judge from the smell of their rough coats, they must have been doing, ever since the coats had first come home from the tailor's.