David Copperfield

Chapter 106 Falling into the Mist

Chapter 49 Into the Mist

A letter came to me one morning from Canterbury, and I read with some wonder:

Dear old friend:

The environment is not as good as I like, and it has been a long time since I have been isolated from my friends and relatives.Every time I am free from work, I will quietly observe the past, meditate on the past, and be exaggerated by the feeling of reminiscence, which will add infinite sense of comfort.This matter also.In addition, my dear sir, you are highly talented and honorable, and I dare not call my childhood friend as Copperfield again!However, this long-standing claim will always be cherished, respected and loved with my family's bond (referring to the three documents kept by Mrs. Micawber related to our old tenants), so whoever dares to tell you this.

Those who write books at present are in the same boat of mistakes and bad luck.For people in such a situation, words of greeting and words of congratulations are not enough, just for those who are talented and clean.

Mr. Gou has read my humble book so far in the spare time of writing about his great achievements, so he must want to know what is the purpose of my writing?This is what you should ask, but I would like to declare in advance that I am not interested in money.

Command the thunder, unleash the anger, I may have this potential, let's ignore it now, but I am the king of the Chinese language, my brightest fantasy has turned into stone, fire and lightning--my calm mood has turned into a storm--I The ability to pursue pleasure and enjoyment has become like a scumbag—my normal spirit has entered the realm of abnormality—I can no longer hold my head high in front of people.There are poisonous insects in the flowers, and the cup is full of bitter wine.The insects are working hard, and the flowers are dying.The sooner the better, I don't want to say too much.

My heart is so bitter that Mrs. Micawber, being woman, wife, and mother, is powerless to console her.I intend to do a short-term escape and spend 48 hours to revisit the old place of pleasure in the capital.When it comes to a place of refuge and nourishment, the Supreme Court Supervisory Court is where I must go.At [-]:[-] p.m. the next day, if Gou Wu fulfills his wish, I will be outside the south wall of the civil detention center.Having stated so far, the purpose of this book has been achieved.

My old friend Mr. Copperfield, or my old friend Mr. Thomas Traddles, if I can come to you at the festival, and relive our old friendship, I will not dare to ask. Ear.At the time and place where we communicated before us, we should be able to find the remnants of this wall tower.

Wilkin Micawber
P.S.: Mrs. Micawber has not heard of my plan, so she should tell you.

I read that letter several times.Though aware of the pompous style of Mr. Micawber's style, and his particular penchant for writing long letters at every possible opportunity, I still believe that there is a great mission in this roundabout letter.While I was pondering, and bewildered to the extreme, Traddles appeared.

I said, "I have never been happier to see you. You have come at just the right time, and I need your cool-headed help. I have had a very curious letter from Mr. Micawber, Traddles."

"Indeed," cried Traddles, "I have a letter from Mrs. Micawber!"

The original letter is as follows:

I would like to pay tribute to Mr. Thomas Traddles.If you still remember the good fortune you had in the past, and once knew someone well, I would like to ask him to take the time to give you this letter, okay?Yu assured Mr. Traddles that if Yu Fei were to be in perplexity, he would not take the liberty of interfering.

It is sad to say that the estrangement of Mr. Micawber (who used to be very domestic) from his wife and family was the reason why I appealed to Mr. Traddles for his assistance.Mr. Micawber's behavior was uncharacteristic, and his temper was more violent and savage than Mr. Traddles could have imagined.This change is intensified day by day, and the appearance of insanity has appeared.I assure Mr. Traddles that there is not a day when this sickness does not break out suddenly.I am used to hearing Mr. Micawber say that he has surrendered himself to the devil.Secretiveness has long replaced infinite trust as its dominant character.The rest of the words are here, and the rest of the situation can be known.The slightest offense, even if it is trivial, such as asking what he likes for dinner, is enough to make him propose a divorce.Last night, the twins, who were still childish at heart, asked for two pence to buy "Lemon Treasure" - a local candy - but they turned to each other with an oyster knife.

Mr. Traddles was glad to spare me this trifle, but otherwise Mr. Traddles would have no way of understanding my grief.

Yu Jin takes the liberty to express the meaning of this book to Mr. Chen Yu with sincerity, is it possible?Sir, can I trust my husband's friendly concern to support myself?Yu calls it ability, and it is Mr. Yu Zhi who is a human being.

Women are emotional, so they are sensitive and not easy to be deceived.So I knew that Mr. Micawber would have a trip to London.Before breakfast this morning, he secretly wrote the address on the small brown bag. Although he tried his best to conceal it, but because of the love of husband and wife, he glimpsed the traces of the numbers.The destination of the west end of the stagecoach is Golden Cross Street.Mr. Yu Quqi went to see Yu Fu and understood it?Do you dare to ask Mr. Micawber to get involved between Mr. Micawber and his distressed family members?Woo hoo, that's not possible, if it is, then what I'm asking for is too much!

Assuming that Mr. Copperfield has not forgotten this unknown old friend, can you express your fist and make the same prayer?What's more, this book must be kept absolutely secret, and it must not be mentioned before Mr. Micawber.If you get a reply (I dare not hope), please send it to the Canterbury post office for kindness? Confidential collection, compared with sending it directly to the person who signed the letter below, it will reduce the painful consequences.

Emma Micawber

"What do you think of the letter?" Traddles asked me.

"What do you think of the other one?" I said.

"The two letters taken together, I feel, Copperfield," replied Traddles, "have more meaning than Mr. and Mrs. Micawber's usual letters. I don't know, though. What's going on. These two letters were written in good faith, without prior collusion." So we compared the two letters.Afterwards Traddles said: "Anyhow, it would be a great kindness to her to write to her and tell her we must go and see Mr. Micawber."

I was all the more in favor of this proposal, since I now reproached myself for not paying attention to her previous letter.Because I was worried about my own family affairs, and because I knew the family's situation well and never heard from them again, I gradually forgot all about it.I do think of the Micawbers from time to time, but mainly to speculate about their "money debts" at Canterbury, or to recall how Mr. Micawber was ashamed to see me when he was Julia Heep's secretary. .

At any rate, I wrote a letter in our own name to persuade Mrs. Micawber.We discussed it with my aunt that afternoon, but the only thing we can conclude with certainty is that we must be on time for Mr. Micawber's appointment.

Although we were 15 minutes earlier than the agreed time, Mr. Micawber was already waiting there.

"Gentlemen," said Mr. Micawber, after some pleasantries, "you are true friends in times of adversity. I wish you both good health to your family."

We thanked him for his greetings and made due answers.

"Copperfield," said he, "the reception thus shows that your heart is an honor in the common nature of mankind."

I said, "I hope your wife is all right."

"Thank you very much," replied Mr. Micawber, "she's nothing more than an ordinary person, and here's the prison!" he said, nodding sadly, "for the first time in many years there's no lingering voice of a debtor, there There is no need for litigation materials, and the votes for the reconstruction of the new case can only be cast at the gate! You two,” Mr. Micawber said, “I am very familiar with every stone there. If I can’t help showing my love for the above places, You should forgive me."

"Since then, Mr. Micawber, we have all made progress in the world," said I.

"Mr. Copperfield," replied Mr. Micawber, "when I had taken refuge there I could have looked up. If he had offended me I could have punched him back. But it's different now."

Mr. Micawber turned despondently from the building, and the three of us left together.

"On a road to the grave," said Mr. Micawber, "there are milestones which a man would never cross but for blasphemy. That prison has been such in my life."

"You are very depressed, Mr. Micawber," said Traddles.

"I hope," said Traddles, "that it's not because you have an aversion to the law—I'm a lawyer, too."

Mr. Micawber said nothing.

"How is Heep, Mr. Micawber?" I said after a silence.

"Copperfield," said Mr. Micawber, "I am sorry and ridiculed if you greet my master as a friend. Permit me to greet my master in whatever capacity you may be. Personally refuse to talk about this person because this person has brought me to a dead end professionally."

I apologize for that. "Then I may," said I, "in order not to repeat my previous mistakes, may I ask my old friends, Mr. and Miss Wickfield?"

"Miss Wickfield," said Mr. Micawber, blushing, "is as much a model as ever, a shining example, the only star in a life of misery and distress. I am ashamed of that I have so much admiration for this young lady, for her character and filial piety!" said Mr. Micawber, "stay a while, frankly, I cannot refrain."

"It is my destiny," sobbed Mr. Micawber, "it is my destiny, gentlemen, that the fine affections of others should be my punishment. My admiration for Miss Wickfield is what I have in mind." Arrow. Please ignore me, let me be a bum and wander the world."

We are still with him.Then I proposed--he went to Hygate with me.

"You must make us a fortified wine, which is your specialty, Mr. Micawber," said I, "and then you may forget those thoughts in happy memories."

"Or, if it would be easy for you to talk to your friends, you could talk to us, Mr. Micawber," said Traddles.

"Gentlemen," replied Mr. Micawber, "you may have me at your disposal!"

So we came to Hagette.

As Dora was unwell, we went to my aunt's.My aunt received Mr. Micawber with cordiality.

Mr. Dick is at home.He was born with great sympathy for any unpleasant person.Therefore, he shook hands with Mr. Micawber many times, which made Mr. Micawber, who was in a sea of ​​suffering, very excited.

"Mr. Dick," said my aunt triumphantly, "is no ordinary man."

"I am sure of that," said Mr. Micawber. "My dear sir, I am most impressed with your kindness."

"How is your heart feeling?" asked Mr. Dick with great concern.

"That's all," replied Mr. Micawber.

"You've got to pick yourself up," said Mr. Dick, "and try to make yourself as comfortable as possible."

"In the world," he said, "I have seen oases in the desert, but never so green and lush."

Mr. Micawber was visibly vacillating, and while he evidently had something on his mind to say, he tried his best not to say it, and I was so impatiently watching him that I was quite feverish.Traddles, watching the ground and Mr. Micawber, made no attempt to interrupt.My aunt, obviously quieter than the two of us, insisted on making him talk.

"You are an old friend of my grandson's, Mr. Micawber," said my aunt. "I wish I had the opportunity to see you sooner."

"Miss," replied Mr. Micawber, "I wish I could see you sooner. I was not such a disgrace as you are seeing."

"I hope Mrs. Micawber and the family are well, sir."

"They are, madam," said he, "but as desolate folks would hope."

"Oh, sir!" cried my aunt, "what are you talking about?"

"My family's financial difficulties," replied Mr. Micawber, "my employer—"

"What's the matter, your master?" asked Mr. Dick.

"My boss once told me that if he didn't hire me, I would most likely become a person who swallows knives, eats fire, walks the rivers and lakes, and sells tricks. If not, my children can still use Twist your waist and eat with a big top, and my wife can play the accordion to accompany you."

My aunt watched him intently.Suddenly he burst into tears.

"Copperfield," he said, "is one of the most tranquil and self-respecting jobs of all. I can't do it, I can't do it."

"Mr. Micawber," said I, "what is the cause of this? There is no outsider here to speak your mind."

"Because there is no outsider, my mood is what it is. What is it, gentlemen? What is not this? The villain is that; The name of all this evil is - Heep!"

"The struggle is over!" said Mr. Micawber. "I shall never live like that again. I am a wretch, and have lost everything that made life passable. I was restrained by that rascal. Give back to my wife, give back to my family, give back to my ego, tell me to swallow a knife, and I will do so willingly!"

Never in my life have I seen a man so passionate.He is getting more and more excited.

"Before I blow that - hideous - viper - Heep - to pieces," cried Mr Micawber, "I don't shake hands with everybody! Before I move - Mount Vesuvius - in- -Heep-on-the-head- I'm not entertained by anyone! Before I blind the--lying--Heep--the house's-ah-food-special It's cider--I can't swallow it! Before I turn--that--the greatest hypocrite and perjurer--Heep--into a--unseen corpse--I-I don't want to Knowing someone - and - not wanting to say a word!"

The way he forcefully utters those slurred words is terrifying.But in the end, he seemed to be dying.I was going to help him, but he waved at me.

"No, Copperfield!--until Miss Wakefield--from the most villainous--Heep--has not been compensated-- nothing to say! Absolutely secret--don't tell--anyone-- - next week today - ah - at breakfast - ah - all the people here - with aunt - ah - and very friendly sir - are going to the Canterbury Hotel - Er—Mrs. Micawber and I—were there—singing 'Reminiscences'—and I'd—er—expose that insufferable villain—Hip! Nothing else to say Don't--er--don't listen to anyone either--go at once--follow that damned villain--Heep!"

With that, Mr. Micawber rushed out, leaving us in a state of tension, hope, amazement, and made us feel like him.Soon, we received another letter from him who likes to write letters:

Extremely secret, my dear sir:

Dear Enthusiast: I lost my temper just now, and begged to apologize to Aunt Ling.The volcano is transpiring, but it has not erupted for a long time, and now it explodes because of the inner battle, which is easy to understand but difficult to express.

I will be at the Canterbury Society this morning next week.It was here that the Fools and the King sang the famous song of Tweed the Immortal Taxman.I am afraid that what Shijian said is not clear enough, so I hereby make up for it.

Seeing that my responsibilities have been fulfilled, I have made up for my mistakes (only making up for my mistakes can make me face others), and I will no longer be heard in the world.I only want to put the bones in the place where everyone belongs, and the place covers the so-called

"There are so many elders in the village,

Each person sleeps in a small cave. "

—and then inscribed with a humble name,

Wilkin Micawber
(End of this chapter)