Oliver Twist, Volume 3

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Richard Bentley, 1839
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I heard it said somewhere once that a first novel is always the author's most personal. Not so with Dickens, who had to let his thoughts churn over the concept behind "Oliver Twist" while ... Read full review

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Language was awesome. The story was not connected enough and the point that the author intended to place, that morality in not class dependent was not fulfilled. Read full review

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Page 9 - The elderly female was a woman of wisdom and experience; she knew what was good for children; and she had a very accurate perception of what was good for herself. So, she appropriated the greater part of the weekly stipend to her own use, and consigned the rising parochial generation to even a shorter 45 allowance than was originally provided for them.
Page 104 - You've over-fed him, ma'am. You've raised a artificial soul and spirit in him, ma'am unbecoming a person of his condition: as the board, Mrs. Sowerberry, who are practical philosophers, will tell you. What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? It's quite enough that we let 'em have live bodies. If you had kept the boy on gruel, ma'am, this would never have happened.
Page 27 - ... the very bricks of which it was composed ; employing themselves meanwhile in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites : Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months ; at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadn't been used to that sort of thing, (for his father had...
Page 127 - ... a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair.
Page 184 - My name is Oliver, sir," replied the little invalid : with a look of great astonishment. " Oliver," said Mr. Brownlow ; " Oliver what? Oliver White, eh?" " No, sir. Twist, Oliver Twist." "Queer name!" said the old gentleman. "What made you tell the magistrate your name was White?" " I never told him so, sir," returned Oliver in amazement.
Page 2 - Although I am not disposed to maintain that the being born in a workhouse, is in itself the most fortunate and enviable circumstance that can possibly befall a human being, I do mean to say that in this particular instance, it was the best thing for Oliver Twist that could by possibility have occurred.
Page 28 - Oliver; while his next neighbours nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said, somewhat alarmed at his own temerity: "Please, sir, I want some more.
Page 47 - ... a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate. The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and...
Page 29 - The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear. 'What!' said the master at length, in a faint voice. 'Please, sir,' replied Oliver, 'I want some more.
Page 67 - But his heart was heavy, notwithstanding ; and he wished, as he crept into his narrow bed, that that were his coffin, and that he could be lain in a calm and lasting sleep in the churchyard ground, with the tall grass waving gently above his head, and the sound of the old deep bell to soothe him in his sleep.

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