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“The purpose was, that I would go to Biddy, that I would show her how humbled and repentant I came back, that I would tell her how I had lost all I once hoped for, that I would remind her of our old confidences in my first unhappy time. Then, I would say to her, "Biddy, I think you once liked me very well, when my errant heart, even while it strayed away from you, was quieter and better with you than it ever has been since. If you can like me only half as well once more, if you can take me with all my faults and disappointments on my head, if you can receive me like a forgiven child (and indeed I am so sorry, Biddy, and have as much need of a hushing voice and a soothing hand), I hope I am a little worthier of you than I was --not much, but a little. And Biddy, it shall rest with you to say whether I shall work at the forge with Joe, or whether I shall try for any different occupation down in this country, or whether we shall go away to a distant place where an opportunity awaits me, which I set aside when it was offered, until I knew your answer. And now, dear Biddy, if you can tell me that you will go through the world with me, you will surely make it a better world for me, and me a better man for it, and I will try hard to make it a better world for you.”

“My sister's bringing up had made me sensitive. In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice. It may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter. Within myself, I had sustained, from my babyhood, a perpetual conflict with injustice. I had known, from the time when I could speak, that my sister, in her capricious and violent coercion, was unjust to me. I had cherished a profound conviction that her bringing me up by hand, gave her no right to bring me up by jerks. Through all my punishments, disgraces, fasts and vigils, and other penitential performances, I had nursed this assurance; and to my communing so much with it, in a solitary and unprotected way, I in great part refer the fact that I was morally timid and very sensitive.”

“Nel piccolo mondo in cui i bambini vivono la loro esistenza, chiunque li allevi, non c'è nulla che venga percepito più acutamente dell'ingiustizia. Può darsi che sia solo una piccola ingiustizia quella che il bambino si trova a subire; ma il bambino è piccolo, e il suo mondo è piccolo, e il suo cavallino a dondolo è tante spanne più alto di lui quanto, in proporzione, un cavallo irlandese dalla grossa ossatura. Io, dentro di me, avevo sostenuto un perpetuo conflitto contro l'ingiustizia fin dalla prima infanzia.”

“But I loved Joe, perhaps for no better reason in those early days than be- cause the dear fellow let me love him, and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed. It was much upon my mind (particularly when I first saw him looking about for his file) that I ought to tell Joe the whole truth. Yet I did not, and for the reason that I mistrusted that if I did, he would think me worse than I was. The fear of losing Joe's confidence, and of thenceforth sitting in the chimney corner at night staring drearily at my forever lost companion and friend, tied up my tongue. I morbidly represented to myself that if Joe knew it, I never afterwards could see him at the fireside feeling his fair whisker, without thinking that he was meditating on it. That, if Joe knew it, I never af- terwards could see him glance, however casually, at yesterday's meat or pudding when it came on to-day's table, without thinking that he was debating whether I had been in the pantry. That, if Joe knew it, and at any subsequent period of our joint domestic life remarked that his beer was flat or thick, the conviction that he suspected tar in it, would bring a rush of blood to my face. In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.”

“Ablamın verdiği terbiye beni çekingen, içli bir çocuk yapmıştı. Kimin tarafından yetiştirilirse yetiştirilsin, bir çocuğun küçücük evreninde en derinden sezilen, en ince algılanan şey, haksızlıktır. Çocuğa yapılan haksızlık küçücük bir şey olabilir. Ne var ki çocuk da, çocuğun dünyası da küçücüktür; bu ölçüler içinde çocuğun tahta atı en iri küheylanların boyundadır. Ablamın o esintili, hırslı baskısıyla bana haksızlık ettiğini, kendimi bildiğimden beri biliyordum.”

“That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”

“Mas uma vez o senhor me disse: "Que Deus a abençoe! Que Deus a perdoe!" E se foi capaz de me dizer isso naquela ocasião, não hesitará em repetir agora as palavras... agora que passei pelo aprendizado mais duro do sofrimento, que posso compreender como era o seu coração. O sofrimento venceu-me e despedaçou-me, mas espero que me tenha tornado melhor. Peço que seja atencioso comigo, que seja generoso como da última vez, e me diga que somos amigos.”

“There's one thing you may be sure of, Pip," said Joe, after some rumination, "namely, that lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the same. Don't you tell no more of 'em, Pip. That ain't the way to get out of being common, old chap. And as to being common, I don't make it out at all clear. You are oncommon in some things. You're oncommon small. Likewise you're a oncommon scholar." "No, I am ignorant and backward, Joe." "Why, see what a letter you wrote last night! Wrote in print even! I've seen letters––Ah! and from gentlefolks!––that I'll swear weren't wrote in print," said Joe. "I have learnt next to nothing, Joe. You think much of me. It's only that." "Well, Pip," said Joe, "be it so or be it son't, you must be a common scholar afore you can be a oncommon one, I should hope!”

“Fu, per me, un giorno memorabile, gravido di profondi cambiamenti nella mia vita. Ma succede così per qualunque vita. Immaginate di eliminarne un certo giorno, e pensate un po' come il suo corso sarebbe stato diverso! Fermati, tu che leggi, e pensa per un attimo alla lunga catena di ferro o d'oro, di spine o di fiori, che mai ti avrebbe legato se, in un solo memorabile giorno, non se ne fosse costruito il primo anello.”

“I had not been mistaken in my fancy that there was a simple dignity in him. The fashion of his dress could no more come in its way when he spoke these words, that it could come in its way in Heaven. He touched me gently on the forehead, and went out. As soon as I could recover myself sufficiently, I hurried out after him and looked for him in the neighbouring streets; but he was gone.”

“A quarta-feira amanhecia quando olhei pela janela. Nas pontes, as luzes cintilantes já haviam empalidecido. O sol nascente parecia um pântano de fogo no horizonte. O rio, ainda escuro e misterioso, cortado pelas pontes que tomavam uma coloração cinza e gélida, com um toque cálido do sol que ardia no céu. Ao percorrer com o olhar a multidão de telhados, com as torres e os campanários das igrejas que se elevavam sobre Londres em um céu invulgarmente claro, o sol nasceu e foi como se tivessem retirado um véu do rio, e milhões de fagulhas explodiram na superfície das águas. Também foi como se tivessem tirado o véu que me encobria, e me senti forte e bem-disposto.”

“Esse dia foi memorável para mim, pois causou grandes mudanças no meu destino. Mas é assim com todo mundo. Subtraia um determinado dia de sua vida e veja que, sem ele, sua vida teria tomado um rumo diferente. Faça uma pausa por um instante, leitor, e pense na comprida corrente de ferro ou de ouro, de espinhos ou flores, que jamais se lhe estaria ligada, se um certo dia memorável não tivesse formado o primeiro elo dessa corrente.”