{"id":6290,"date":"2016-06-14T07:07:35","date_gmt":"2016-06-14T05:07:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=6290"},"modified":"2020-12-26T07:24:05","modified_gmt":"2020-12-26T06:24:05","slug":"charles-dickens","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/?p=6290","title":{"rendered":"Charles Dickens"},"content":{"rendered":"

Vous savez que j’aime beaucoup les incipits, ces quelques mots qui ouvrent une \u0153uvre litt\u00e9raire. Aujourd’hui, je vous livre un peu plus, une entame, tout d’abord en V.O. puis en V. F.\u00a0<\/span>
\n Ces lignes\u00a0sont les premi\u00e8res de\u00a0la nouvelle la plus c\u00e9l\u00e8bre de Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol<\/strong> (Un Conte de No\u00ebl – 1843). Elles sont un des meilleurs exemples que je connaisse de cette chose si britannique qu’est l’humour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Marley was dead : to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge\u2019s name was good upon \u2018Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don\u2019t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country\u2019s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Marley \u00e9tait mort, pour commencer. L\u00e0 dessus, pas l\u2019ombre d\u2019un doute. Le registre mortuaire \u00e9tait sign\u00e9 par le pasteur, le greffier, l\u2019entrepreneur des pompes fun\u00e8bres et celui qui avait men\u00e9 le deuil. Scrooge l\u2019avait sign\u00e9, et le nom de Scrooge \u00e9tait bon \u00e0 la bourse, pour quoi que ce soit qu\u2019il choisisse de signer. Le vieux Marley \u00e9tait aussi mort qu\u2019un clou de porte. Attention ! je ne veux pas dire que je sache par moi-m\u00eame ce qu\u2019il y a de particuli\u00e8rement mort dans un clou de porte. J\u2019aurais pu, quant \u00e0 moi, me sentir port\u00e9 plut\u00f4t \u00e0 regarder un clou de cercueil comme le morceau de quincaillerie le plus mort qui soit dans le commerce ; mais la sagesse de nos anc\u00eatres \u00e9clate dans les similitudes, et mes\u00a0mains profanes n\u2019iront pas y toucher, ou alors le pays est perdu. Vous me permettrez donc de r\u00e9p\u00e9ter avec emphase que Marley \u00e9tait aussi mort qu\u2019un clou de porte.<\/p>\n

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Vous savez que j’aime beaucoup les incipits, ces quelques mots qui ouvrent une \u0153uvre litt\u00e9raire. Aujourd’hui, je vous livre un peu plus, une entame, tout d’abord en V.O. puis en V. F.\u00a0 Ces lignes\u00a0sont les premi\u00e8res de\u00a0la nouvelle la plus c\u00e9l\u00e8bre de Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol (Un Conte de No\u00ebl – 1843). Elles sont … Continuer la lecture de Charles Dickens<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mo_disable_npp":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[1042,1043],"class_list":["post-6290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-citations","tag-dickens","tag-scrooge-marley"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6290","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6290\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.leblogdescoutheillas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}