A bitter and scathing satire on the belief in "Facts, nothing but Facts" in education, the results developed in a tale of deep and pathetic interest.
s forehead and face. His skin was so unwholesomely deficient in the natural tinge, that he looked as though, if he were cut, he would bleed white.
'Bitzer,' said Thomas Gradgrind. 'Your definition of a horse.'
'Quadruped. Graminivorous. Forty teeth, namely twenty-four grinders, four eye-teeth, and twelve incisive. Sheds coat in the spring; in marshy countries, sheds hoofs, too. Hoofs hard, but requiring to be shod with iron. Age known by marks in mouth.' Thus (and much more) Bitzer.
'Now girl number twenty,' said Mr. Gradgrind. 'You know what a horse is.'
She curtseyed again, and would have blushed deeper, if she could have blushed deeper than she had blushed all this time. Bitzer, after rapidly blinking at Thomas Gradgrind with both eyes at once, and so catching the light upon his quivering ends of lashes that they looked like the antennae of busy insects, put his knuckles to his freckled forehead, and sat down again.
The third gentleman now stepped forth. A mighty man at cutting and
This is not my favorite Dickens novel. I prefer those great baggy panted monsters often abhorred by others. I think Dickens is best when he weaves and weaves and weaves his tales. On the other hand, this is a Dickens novel and he is never disappointing, except, maybe in the light of his other works.
Favorite character? Check out Mr. Bounderby, a blustering, hypocritical, whining, deceitful, self aggrandizing, no account Captain of Industry.
Or, in the modern world, something akin to a Senator from South Carolina.
this is the best novel I had read