DICKENS, CHARLES. 1812-1870. 7 Autograph Manuscript fragments, three of which are identified as being from the essay "Lying Awake," 7 pp, various sizes (3/4 x 4 inches to 4 x 6 inches), [London, 1852], edges rough, some toning. At least three of these fragments (and perhaps more, as they may represent material that was ultimately discarded) are from "Lying Awake," an insomniac reverie which mingles memories of his travels in America, Switzerland and Paris with a childhood memory of ghosts. Published in Household Words, October 30, 1852, the essay heavily presages stream-of-consciousness, even as it touches on the familiar Dickensian topic of ghosts. Fragment 1: "... and the same convent parlour with its piano and the sitting round the fire, and the same supper, and the same lone night in a cell, and the same bright fresh morning when going out into the highly rarefied air was like a plunge into an icy bath. Now, see here what comes along; and why does this thing stalk into my mind on the top of a Swiss mountain! / It is a figure that I once saw, just after dark, chalked upon a door in a little back lane near a country church—my first church. How young a child I may have been at the time I don't know, but it horrified me so intensely—in connexion with the churchyard, I suppose, for it smokes a pipe, and has a big hat with each of its ears sticking out in a horizontal line under the brim, and is not in itself more oppressive than a mouth from ear to ear, a pair of goggle eyes, and hands like..." Fragment 2: " ... acquaintance are continually exposed. / I wish the Morgue in Paris would not come here as I lie awake, with its ghastly beds, and the swollen saturated clothes hanging up, and the water dripping, dripping all day long, upon that other swollen saturated something in the corner, like a heap of crushed over-ripe figs that I have seen in Italy...." Fragment 3: "it was merely my imagination, is a question I can't help asking myself by the way.) / The late brutal assaults. I strongly question the expediency of advocating the revival of whipping for those crimes. It is a natural and generous impulse to be indignant at the perpetration of inconceivable brutality, but I doubt the whipping panacea gravely. Not in the least regard or pity for the criminal, whom I hold in far lower estimation than a mad wolf, but in consideration for the general tone and feeling, which is very much improved since the whipping times. It is bad for a people to be familiarised with such punishments. When the whip went out of Bridewell, and ceased to be flourished at the carts tail and at the whipping-post, it began to...."
DICKENS, CHARLES. 1812-1870. 7 Autograph Manuscript fragments, three of which are identified as being from the essay "Lying Awake," 7 pp, various sizes (3/4 x 4 inches to 4 x 6 inches), [London, 1852], edges rough, some toning. At least three of these fragments (and perhaps more, as they may represent material that was ultimately discarded) are from "Lying Awake," an insomniac reverie which mingles memories of his travels in America, Switzerland and Paris with a childhood memory of ghosts. Published in Household Words, October 30, 1852, the essay heavily presages stream-of-consciousness, even as it touches on the familiar Dickensian topic of ghosts. Fragment 1: "... and the same convent parlour with its piano and the sitting round the fire, and the same supper, and the same lone night in a cell, and the same bright fresh morning when going out into the highly rarefied air was like a plunge into an icy bath. Now, see here what comes along; and why does this thing stalk into my mind on the top of a Swiss mountain! / It is a figure that I once saw, just after dark, chalked upon a door in a little back lane near a country church—my first church. How young a child I may have been at the time I don't know, but it horrified me so intensely—in connexion with the churchyard, I suppose, for it smokes a pipe, and has a big hat with each of its ears sticking out in a horizontal line under the brim, and is not in itself more oppressive than a mouth from ear to ear, a pair of goggle eyes, and hands like..." Fragment 2: " ... acquaintance are continually exposed. / I wish the Morgue in Paris would not come here as I lie awake, with its ghastly beds, and the swollen saturated clothes hanging up, and the water dripping, dripping all day long, upon that other swollen saturated something in the corner, like a heap of crushed over-ripe figs that I have seen in Italy...." Fragment 3: "it was merely my imagination, is a question I can't help asking myself by the way.) / The late brutal assaults. I strongly question the expediency of advocating the revival of whipping for those crimes. It is a natural and generous impulse to be indignant at the perpetration of inconceivable brutality, but I doubt the whipping panacea gravely. Not in the least regard or pity for the criminal, whom I hold in far lower estimation than a mad wolf, but in consideration for the general tone and feeling, which is very much improved since the whipping times. It is bad for a people to be familiarised with such punishments. When the whip went out of Bridewell, and ceased to be flourished at the carts tail and at the whipping-post, it began to...."
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