Take Comfort

What Mr Dickins thinks

Themes

A loveless marriage,
 with a brutal, bullying husband, versus meek, loving wife who dies in child birth.
Mr Dombey and his first wife                                - Dombey and Son (D&S)
Mr Murdstone and David Copperfield's Mother    - David Copperfield (DC)

An elopement
James Steerforth and Little Em'ly                          -  DC
Mrs Dombey and Mr Carker                                  - D&S

Hopeless, blind, crazed, infatuation 
Mr Toots for Florence                                            - D&S
DC for Dora Spenlow   - (his first wife)                - DC

The scheming clerk,
set on taking control of the business
Uriah Heep                                                              -DC
James Carker                                                          - D&S

David Copperfield is Dickens eighth book written in 48/49.  It is considered to be his 'veiled autobiography'.
Dombey and Son was written in 48 when Dickens stayed in Lausanne.

Remember this one?

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath: 

it is twice blest; it blesseth him that gives and him that takes:

'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: 

it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown;

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,

The attribute to awe and majesty, wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;

But mercy is above this sceptred sway;

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth then show likest God's when mercy seasons justice. 

— The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1

It suddenly came to mind.

"What the Dickens"

Dombey and Son 

Chapter 36 “Housewarming”

If none of the new family were particularly at home in private, it was resolved that Mrs Dombey at least should be at home in public, without delay.  A series of entertainments in celebration of the late nuptials, and in cultivation of society, were arranged, chiefly by Mr Dombey and Mrs Skewton; and it was settled that the festive proceedings should commence by Mrs Dombey is being at home upon a certain evening, and by Mr and Mrs Dombey’s requesting the honour of the company of a great many incongruous people to dinner on the same day.

Accordingly, Mr Dombey produced a list of sundry eastern magnets who were to be bidden to this feast on his behalf; to which Mrs Skewton, acting for her dearest child, who was haughtily careless on the subject, subjoined a western list, comprising Cousin Phoenix, not yet returned to Baden-Baden, greatly to the detriment of his personal estate; and a variety of moths of varying degrees in ages, who had, at various times, fluttered around round the light of her fair daughter, or herself, without any lasting injury to their wings.  Florence was enrolled as a member of the dinner party, by Edith’s command - elicited by a moment’s doubt and hesitation on the part of Mrs Skewton; and Florence, with a wondering heart, and with a quick instinctive sense of everything that grated on her father in the least, took her silent share in the proceedings of the day.

The proceedings commenced by Mr Dombey, in a cravat of extraordinary height and stiffness, walking restlessly about the drawing room until the hour appointed for dinner; punctual to which, an East India director, of immense wealth, in a waistcoat apparently constructed in serviceable deal by some plain carpenter, but really engendered in the tailor’s art, and composed of a material called nankeen, arrived, and was received by Mr Dombey alone. The next stage of the proceedings was Mr Dombey’s sending his compliments to Mrs Dombey, with the correct statement of the time; and the next, the East India director’s falling prostrate, in a conversational point of view, and as Mr Dombey was not the man to pick him up, staring at the fire until rescue appeared in the person of Mrs Skewton; whom the director, as a pleasant start in life for the evening, mistook for Mrs Dombey, and greeted with enthusiasm.

The next arrival was a bank director, reputed to be able to buy up anything - human Nature generally, if he could take it in his head to influence the money market in that direction - but who was a wonderfully modest spoken man, almost boastfully so, and mentioned his “little place” at Kingston upon Thames, and it’s just being barely equal to giving Dombey a bed and a chop, if he would come and visit it. Ladies, he said, it was not for a man who lived in his quiet way to take upon himself to invite - but if Mrs Skewton and her daughter, Mrs Dombey, should ever find themselves in that direction, and would do him the honour to look at a little bit of shrubbery they would find there, and a poor little flowerbed or so, and a humble apology for a pinery, and two or three little attempts of that sort without any pretension, they would distinguish him very much. Carrying out his character, this gentleman was very plainly dressed, in a wisp of cambric for a neckcloth, big shoes, a coat that was too loose for him, and a pair of trousers that were too spare; and mention being made of the Opera by Mrs Skewton, he said he very seldom went there, for he couldn’t afford it. It seemed greatly to delight and exhilarate him to say so: and he beamed on his audience afterwards, with his hands in his pockets, and excessive satisfaction twinkling in his eyes.

Now Mrs Dombey appeared, beautiful and proud, and as disdainful and defiant of them all as if the bridal wreath upon her head had been a garland of steel spikes put on to force concession from her which she would die sooner than yield. With her was Florence. When they entered together, the shadow of the night of their return again darkened Mr Dombey’s face. But unobserved: for Florence did not venture to raise her eyes to his, and Edith’s indifference was too supreme to take the least heed of him.

The arrivals quickly became numerous.  More directors, chairman of public companies, elderly ladies carrying burdens on their heads for full dress, Cousin Phoenix, Major Bagstock, friends of Mrs Skewton, with the same bright bloom on their complexions, and very precious necklaces on their very withered necks. Among these, a young lady of sixty five, remarkably coolly dressed as to her back and shoulders, who spoke with an engaging lisp, and whose eyelids wouldn’t keep up well, without a great deal of trouble on her part, and whose manners had that indefinable charm which so frequently attaches to the giddiness of youth. As the greater part of Mr Dombey’s list were disposed to be taciturn, and the greater part of Mrs Dombey’s list were disposed to be talkative, and there was no sympathy between them, Mrs Dombey’s list, by magnetic agreement, entered into a bond of union against Mr Dombey’s list, who, wondering about the rooms in a desolate manner, or seeking refuge in corners, entangled themselves with company coming in, and became barricaded behind sofas, and had doors open smartly from without against their heads, and underwent every sort of discomfiture.

When dinner was announced, Mr Dombey took down an old lady like a crimson velvet pincushion stuffed with banknotes, which might have been the identical old lady of Threadneedle Street, she was so rich, and looks so accommodating; Cousin Pheonix took down Mrs Dombey; Major Bagstock took down Mrs Skewton; the young thing with the shoulders was bestowed, as an extinguisher, upon the East India director; and the remaining ladies were left on view in the drawing room by the remaining gentlemen, until a forlorn hope volunteered to conduct them downstairs, and those brave spirits with their captives blocked by the dining room door, shutting out seven mild men in the stony-hearted hall. When all the rest were got in and were seated, one of these mild men still appeared, in smiling confusion, totally destitute and unprovided for, and escorted by the butler, made the complete circuit of the table twice before his chair could be found, which it finally was, on Mrs Dombey’s left hand; after which the mild man never held up his head again.

Blessed be the Bread

Bread - staple diet in Europe, the Middle East and the Indian subcontinent.
It has a special status- not to be thrown away in Islamic traditions.  I think  of how corpses are similarly disposed of in Zoroastrianism.

We have a book that describes how Australian aboriginal people made bread from grass seed.  Ants winnow the seed.  Seed was scattered round an ants nest. The ants, partial to only the husks, leave the seeds for later collection.  Then to cook on a fire.  The origin of damper.

Not to eat and drink is possible, but only for a time.  It's essential to life.  What about praying or being close to God?  I think of what it is like for me when I neglect this.

The bread of life defines this significance.  We must eat and drink to live.  In the same way we must accept Christ. into our body - as our medicine, necessary for our healing.  No wonder Christians got a bad name in Rome.

Jesus said "Peter, I have to wash your feet- It is necessary."  Jesus wash me too.

How to cook damper

Elizabeth is 21 - Soon

What sorts of things do you think Elizabeth's likes?
Like, watching Japaneses films or going on long hikes?

What about the things that definitely don't get Elizabeth's vote?
Believe it or not, swimming, riding bikes, neither float her boat.

She doesn't like bread- even bread with jam!
But she does like to visit her friends in Mizoram.

Elizabeth has a large collection of pips in jars,
Her wardrobe is interesting, it covered in stars.

Her wardrobe is actually filled with books, 'think dragon',
If you think she's writing a book you're not far wrong.

Elizabeth has always been constant, faithful and true,
We gather here today to say that 'we love you'.