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“My school-days! The silent gliding on of my existence—the unseen, unfelt progress of my life—from childhood up to youth! Let me think, as I look back upon that flowing water, now a dry channel overgrown with leaves, whether there are any marks along its course, by which I can remember how it ran.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

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David Copperfield

David Copperfield is a semi-autobiographical novel by Charles Dickens, published in 1850. The story is narrated by the protagonist, David Copperfield, who recounts his life experiences, including his abusive stepfather, his time at school, his first love, and his career as a writer. The novel is renowned for its vivid portrayal of Victorian society and its exploration of themes such as resilience, love, and the struggle for social mobility. more

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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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“Two days after his twelfth birthday, a fortnight before his father was jailed for debt, Charles Dickens was sent to work in a blacking factory. There, in a rat-infested room by the docks, he sat for twelve hours a day, labelling boot polish and learning the pain of abandonment. While he never spoke publicly of this ordeal, it would always be with him: in his social conscience and burning ambition, in the hordes of innocent children who languished and died in his fiction. Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth. And the outcome can't be called. Some of us end up like Dickens, others like Jeffrey Dahmer. It's not a question of good or evil, Pete believes. Just the random brutality of the universe and our native ability to withstand it.”

“— Но тебе, Кори, я хочу сказать одну вещь: не забывай. Не забывай, понимаешь? — Не забывать? Что? — Все, — ответила моя учительница. — Все, что видишь и видел вокруг себя каждую секунду своего детства. Попрощавшись с прошедшим днем, обязательно забери с собой его кусочек, каким бы этот кусочек ни казался простым и невзрачным, спрячь его в самый дальний уголок памяти и храни там как зеницу ока, как самое драгоценное сокровище. Потому что твоя память и есть самое ценное и вечное сокровище на свете. Память — это дверь в твое прошлое, Кори, где ты сможешь укрыться от невзгод настоящего и будущего и найти силы пережить трудности. Память — это твой учитель и воспитатель, который никогда не предаст тебя и будет всегда с тобой. Когда ты смотришь на что-то, помни, что смотреть просто так — это легкомысленное расточительство; ты должен видеть. Видеть во всех подробностях, во всех внутренних и внешних мелочах. Если ты попытаешься описать то, как ты видишь это в своей памяти, и поделишься своим сокровищем с другими, то станешь от этого еще богаче, уверяю тебя. Легче всего, Кори, пройти по жизни глухим, слепым и бесчувственным ко всему. К несчастью, таких людей большинство, они окружают нас со всех сторон и считают такое существование единственно верным и обыкновенным. Их немало вокруг тебя сейчас, и такие люди в основном встретятся тебе в будущем. Они бредут мимо чудес нашей жизни, робея и не решаясь поднять глаза или чуть-чуть приоткрыть уши, чтобы услышать прекрасную музыку, несущуюся со всех сторон. Но если ты поведешь себя мудро, то сможешь прожить тысячи жизней. Ты сможешь говорить с людьми, которых никогда не встречал и не встретишь, потому что их нет, сможешь побывать в краях, которых нет ни на одной карте мира.”

“The cane is just not going to cut it. I shared with some of my colleagues that these brothers live in neighborhoods where they are getting whapped with a piece of stick all night, stabbed with knives, and pegged with screwdrivers that have been sharpened down, and they are leaking blood. When you come to a fella without even interviewing him, without sitting him down to find out why you did what you did, your only interest is caning him, because you are burned out and frustrated yourself. You say to him, ‘Bend over, you are getting six.’ And the boy grits his teeth, skin up his face, takes those six cuts, and he is gone. But have you really been effective? Caning him is no big deal, because he’s probably ducking bullets at night. He has a lot more things on his mind than that. On the other hand, we can further send our delinquent students into damnation by telling them they are no body and all we want to do is punish, punish, punish. Here at R.M. Bailey, we have been trying a lot of different things. But at the end of the day, nothing that we do is better than the voice itself. Nothing is better than talking to the child, listening, developing trust, developing a friendship. Feel free to come to me anytime if something is bothering you, because I was your age once before. Charles chuck Mackey, former vice principal and coach of the R. M. Bailey Pacers school.”

“From both my families, I've learnt important things. From my family of chance, I learnt what it was like to be alone and unrecognized, to be perceived through the prism of delusion, a lost soul marooned in the belly of bedlam. I learned the beauty and power of language, but also its capacity for subtle perfidy, how it can be used to subvert and distort reality, to sanction cruelty and sugarcoat abuse. I learned that words can be the path to freedom or just another lock on the caged door. And from my family of choice, I learn on a daily basis about love and loyalty, about burdens shared and intimacies treasured, about forgiveness and atonement and joy. I learn about the gift of a difficult childhood and the fact that ''it's never too late to have a happy one.”

“People ask me where I got my x-ray powers. I inherited them from my parents in parental supervision. Erase the dots and your doubts if you think that I was 'raysed' alone.”