Mr. Pip Page #2

Mrs Joe Gargery,

who married the blacksmith.

As I never saw my father or my mother,

and never saw any likeness

of either of them,

for their days were long before

the days of photographs,

my first fancies regarding

what they were like

were unreasonably derived

from their tombstones.

The shape of the letters

on my fathers

gave me an odd idea that he was

a square, stout, dark man,

with curly black hair.

From the character and turn

of the inscription,

"Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,"

I drew a childish conclusion that

my mother was freckled and sickly.'

'To five little stone lozenges,

each about afoot and a half long,

which were arranged in a neat row

beside their grave,

and were sacred to the memory

of five little brothers of mine,

who gave up trying to get a living

exceedingly early in

that universal struggle.

I am indebted for a belief

I religiously entertained

that they had all been born

on their backs

with their hands

in their trousers pockets,

and had never taken them out

in this state of existence.

At such a time I found out for certain

that this bleak place,

overgrown with nettles,

was the churchyard.'

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I came to see my brothers,

I'm sorry.

I never really knew them.

I actually used to think

they'd been born like that,

on their backs with their hands

in their trouser pockets.

Just never taken them out.

I prefer to think of them that way.

You there!

Get down.

Stay there.

Wait.

Come here!

No, don't... Stop!

Hold your noise.

Keep still, or I'll cut your throat.

Don't cut my throat, sir.

Tell us your name.

Pip, sir! Pip!

You know what file is?

Yes, sir.

And wittles? You bring the lot to me,

at the old Battery. You do it.

And you shall be let to live.

Now, what do you say?

A battery, sir?

Yes.

Not like the battery in my radio.

'Battery' in this case means

a military encampment.

A place with guns.

Like the no-go zone?

Where the rebels are.

Yes. Kind of.

That's very good, Sam.

So he stole his mother's pork pie?

Pip's an orphan.

He lives with his sister.

Brought him up by hand.

Sounds like she needed to

use her hand on him a little more.

What would you do, girl,

if a man was hiding in the jungle

and asked you to steal from me?

Would you do that?

No.

Pop-Eye should be teaching you kids

proper behaviour.

From now on, I wanna know everything

that happens in that book,

You hear me, Matilda?

Yes, Mum.

'That was a memorable day to me,

for it made great changes in me.

But it is the same with any life.

Imagine one selected day struck out

of your life

and think how different

its course would have been.'

Let's go grab the malaria tablets.

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