Status Updates From Un chant de Noël

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. ⚰️
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade.

Oh, cold, cold, rigid, dreadful Death, set up thine altar here, and dress it with such terrors as thou hast at thy command; for this is thy dominion! But of the [loved] head thou canst not turn one hair to thy dread purposes… It is not that the hand is heavy, and will fall down when released; but that the hand was open, generous, and true… Strike, Shadow, strike! And see his good deeds springing from the wound…

Read like 30 pages today. I miss chrimas