Surely, should you start here in your read, you would miss a great deal, go back
The End of It
Yes! and the balls were his own, both large orbs, like goose eggs they were, and Cratchit enjoyed their heft. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
"I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" Cratchit...
Your persistance in your read is appreaciated, but it would do you a world of if you read these exerpts in order, previous
The Last of the Spirits
The Phantom painstakingly ebbed, like ink on a black blotter, toward Cratchit. When it came, Cratchit bent down upon his knee; a genuflect and homage paid to seek mercy immediately. for in the very air through which this Spirit moved it smelt lik...
Unless one is of dyslexic nature, you may want to purveiw these chapters that precede this *
And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had in showing off this power of his, or else it was his own kind, generous, hearty nature, and his sympathy with all poor men, and how they may perceive others who have it all, that led him straight to Cratchit's clerk's; (his nephew and his brother that...
Reader: You may want to start at the beginning or at least get some background
The Second of the Three Spirits
Awaking in the with the tensing of his gut, and sitting up in bed to get alert to any sound or sight out of sort, Cratchit had no need to seek the time, he knew.. He felt that he awoken by his very consciousness , for the especial purpose of holding a conference with the second mes...
In order to enjoy the continuity, dear reader, you should read it's predessors...
This was not addressed to Cratchit, or to any one whom he could see, but it produced an immediate effect, and indeed limpness was evident. For again, through the mist shadows emerged, and Cratchit saw himself. He was older now; a man in the prime of life. Slump shouldered and non threatening in any manner. His fac...
Me thinks dear reader that you should review the preceding installments first
Stave 2: The First of the Three Spirits
When Cratchit awoke, it was so dark, like one entombed, he wondered whether his eyes were open or not, no difference between walls and window. He was deciphering the placement of objects as to where in the world they had vanished, when the church clock signaled it's time. So...
"It is probably wise dear reader, to keep the continuity, to read from the beginning...which is here..."
After several turns, like a dog finding his place, he sat down again, adjusting a cheek for release of his stomach's affluence. As he lolled his head back in the chair, his glance happened to rest upon a cane, a disused cane, perhaps one of Tiny Tims old canes, this one left in the corne...
I have labored on this Ghastly little book, to lower the intellectual quota of literature, which shall not put my readers out of humor with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their collective consciousness unpleasantly, and no one asks for payment, 5* or otherwise.
Their faithful Friend and Servant,
C. D.
December, 2008.
Marley was long dead: to be...