Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm not sure if it's because I was such a book-nerd when I was a kid, but something about Christmas just makes me want to curl up with an old book--or watch BBC specials. I like the idea of old mansions, wide corridors, lit candles and fires and no electricity--the works. And moors--there have to be moors! Anyway, in honor of Christmases past, here are some quotes from old, dusty books. Enjoy!
The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens “Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.”
The Little Match Girl, Hans Christian Andersen "Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven."
The Return of the Native, Thomas Hardy "Humpbacked Father Christmas then made a complete entry, swinging his huge club, and in a general way clearing the stage for the actors proper, while he informed the company in smart verse that he was come, welcome or welcome not; concluding his speech with
'Make room, make room, my gallant boys, And give us space to rhyme; We've come to show Saint George's play, Upon this Christmas time.'"
The Turn of the Screw "The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be."
A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens "For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself."
Emma, Jane Austen "This is quite the season indeed for friendly meetings. At Christmas every body invites their friends about them, and people think little of even the worst weather. I was snowed up at a friend's house once for a week. Nothing could be pleasanter. I went for only one night, and could not get away till that very day se'nnight."
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen “I sincerely hope your Christmas in Hertfordshire may abound in the gaieties which that season generally brings, and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your feeling the loss of the three of whom we shall deprive you.”