The Man Who Invented Christmas Page #2
He's under strict
instructions to remain there.
What is it this time?
"I need money immediately or
productive of fatal consequences,
I beseech you
to do the needful..."
He's been offering Mr. Dickens's
autographs for sale in the newspapers.
- How much did you give him?
- Forty-five, all told.
Forty-five?
Well,
I'll pay it all back.
But not a word of this
to Charles, do you hear?
[men chattering, laughing]
- [chattering, laughing continue]
- [exhales]
"What's the secret?"
they say.
There is no secret.
I sit down...
- Charles. What are you doing here?
- I'm hiding from Thackeray.
They absolutely
come pouring out of me.
He'll no doubt want to commiserate
me on my Chuzzlewit reviews,
which he will quote
by heart.
Come on.
[sighs] I am clammin' for some scran.
Where's Robertson?
Why do we come here,
hmm?
The service is terrible. The food is
inedible. The fees keep going up.
It's full of...
[groans]
Gentlemen.
You're not Robertson.
The name is Marley, sir.
- Marley? Marley with an "E"?
- Yes, sir.
Hmm.
Uh, oh, don't worry.
He collects names.
We'll have some oysters
and a bottle of champagne.
Very good, sir.
- Champagne?
- We're celebrating.
- Celebrating?
- Hello, Thackeray. [sighs]
- How are you?
- Tolerable.
I thank ye.
Charles, I must say I am relieved
to see you out and about.
Relieved?
You know, after those vile things
I won't even
call them reviews.
- No matter. I never read them.
- Quite right.
Scandalous what one is
allowed to print nowadays.
Go on.
What did they say?
"Dull, vapid, and vulgar.
Not a single character capable of
exciting the reader's sympathies."
I certainly didn't think
it was vulgar.
Oh, look.
There's Macready.
Poor thing. His Macbeth was
absolutely shredded in the Times.
I must go and give him
my condolences.
I'm sick of London.
It's overcrowded,
overpriced...
- You love this town.
- No place for a man without money.
Not to mention
the bloody fog.
But it's your inspiration, your
what-do-you-call-it... your magic lamp.
[muttering, grunting]
I tell you, Forster,
my lamp's gone out.
I've run out of ideas.
- [Marley grunting]
- I feel old.
- [cork pops]
- [Marley exhales]
Old?
You're a puppy.
You're exhausted, that's all.
Too many speeches.
I've got another one tomorrow
for the Children's Refuge.
Well, you have to learn
to say no.
How can I say no if I can be useful, if
I can lighten the burden of another?
Well, you have to, what with your
new commission to think about.
Forster, I just told you that...
Sorry. New commission?
It's from Chapman and Hall,
for your new book.
I've told them you'll have the first
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