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After his childhood is turned upside down, orphan David Copperfield is forced to navigate and survive the brutal world of the industrial poor. He’ll cross classes and paths with kindred spirits, extended family, eccentrics, and adversaries. Throughout his journey into adulthood, he’ll be befriended, loved, and conspired against. And each evolving adventure—comic, tragic, and romantic, both at home and abroad—will inform the observant young man’s success as he becomes a novelist.
In his most autobiographical work—the one he considered his “favorite child”—Charles Dickens etched a gallery of indelible characters, including the cruel Murdstone, the recklessly optimistic Micawber, the devious Uriah Heep, and Dora and Agnes, the faithful loves of David’s life. Enduringly popular, David Copperfield is considered by many to be Dickens’s masterpiece.
Revised edition: Previously published as David Copperfield, this edition of David Copperfield (AmazonClassics Edition) includes editorial revisions.
803 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 1850
The gloomy taint that was in the Murdstone blood, darkened the Murdstone religion, which was austere and wrathful. I have thought, since, that its assuming that character was a necessary consequence of Mr. Murdstone’s firmness, which wouldn’t allow him to let anybody off from the utmost weight of the severest penalties he could find any excuse for. Be this as it may, I well remember the tremendous visages with which we used to go to church, and the changed air of the place. Again the dreaded Sunday comes round, and I file into the old pew first, like a guarded captive brought to a condemned service.
As I came back, I saw Uriah Heep shutting up the office; and, feeling friendly towards everybody, went in and spoke to him, and at parting, gave him my hand. But oh, what a clammy hand his was! as ghostly to the touch as to the sight! I rubbed mine afterwards, to warm it, and to rub his off.
It was such an uncomfortable hand, that, when I went to my room, it was still cold and wet upon my memory. Leaning out of window, and seeing one of the faces on the beam-ends looking at me sideways, I fancied it was Uriah Heep got up there somehow, and shut him out in a hurry.





