“You fear the world too much,’ she answered gently. ‘All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?”
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.
Bunlar bizim atalarımızdır ve onların tarihi, bizim tarihimizdir. Unutmayın ki bir gün ağaçlardan inip dik yürümeye başladıysak, ondan çok daha öncelerde, denizden sürünerek çıkıp karadaki ilk maceramızı başarıyla tamamladığımız da bir o kadar kesindir.