Fezziwig And Scrooge Quotes

- Eh quoi ! vous n'êtes pas d'accord ? Il a dépensé tout au plus quelques livres de votre argent de mortels : trois ou quatre peut-être. Est-ce donc une telle somme pour mériter tous ces éloges ? - Là n'est pas la question, dit Scrooge, agacé par cette remarque et en parlant, sans s'en douter, comme celui qu'il avait été et non pas comme le Scrooge d'aujourd'hui. Là n'est pas la question, Esprit. Fezziwig a le pouvoir de nous rendre heureux ou malheureux, de faire que notre travail à son service soit léger ou pénible, devienne un plaisir ou une corvée. Disons plutôt que ce pouvoir réside dans les mots et les regards, dans les choses si infimes, si insignifiantes qu'on ne saurait les additionner et en faire le total : mais qu'importe ? Le bonheur qu'il dispense est tout aussi grand que s'il coutaît une fortune.

A small matter," said the Ghost, "to make these silly folks so full of gratitude." "Small!" echoed Scrooge. The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said, "Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?" "It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. "It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.

A small matter,” said the Ghost, “to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.” “Small!” echoed Scrooge. The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said, “Why! Is it not? He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?” “It isn’t that,” said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. “It isn’t that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count ’em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.” He felt the Spirit’s glance, and stopped. “What is the matter?” asked the Ghost. “Nothing particular,” said Scrooge. “Something, I think?” the Ghost insisted. “No,” said Scrooge, “No. I should like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk just now. That’s all.