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by Polina Zhukova –\nWe are used to thinking of Scrooge as a villain, but Dickens was writing about the tragedy of loneliness. How an icy heart learns to beat again \u2013 and what repentance has to do with it.<\/p>\n
by Polina Zhukova –
\nWe are used to thinking of Scrooge as a villain, but Dickens was writing about the tragedy of loneliness. How an icy heart learns to beat again \u2013 and what repentance has to do with it.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarley was dead. There is no doubt whatever about that.\u201d That is how the most famous Christmas story in the world begins. But if we set aside the Hollywood adaptations with singing marionettes and actually read Charles Dickens\u2019s text, it becomes unsettling. Because this book is not about a funny miser in a nightcap. It is about a man who died while still alive. And about us \u2013 who so often resemble him.<\/p>\n
A fortress of gold coins<\/b>
\nWe have grown accustomed to despising Ebenezer Scrooge. His name has become a byword for a miser and a misanthrope. But let us be honest: Scrooge was not born a monster. Dickens gives us subtle, barely noticeable hints about his past \u2013 a lonely boy forgotten at school during the holidays; a young man who feared poverty more than fire.<\/p>\n
Scrooge is not a caricature. He is a person who, one day, decided the world was too cruel, and the only way to survive was to build a fortress. A fortress of gold coins, promissory notes, and icy indifference. He told himself, \u201cNo one will ever hurt me again if I never love anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Do we not recognize ourselves in that?<\/p>\n
When we have been burned by betrayal and bolt the soul shut. When we bury ourselves in work so we do not have to feel the emptiness at home. When we pass by someone else\u2019s misfortune muttering, \u201cThey brought it on themselves,\u201d simply because we do not want to spend emotional strength. In moments like these, we put on Ebenezer Scrooge\u2019s invisible top hat.<\/p>\n
An inner permafrost<\/b>
\nDickens brilliantly describes the physiology of this condition. He writes that Scrooge\u2019s inner cold was so strong it had literally \u201cfrozen his old features.\u201d He had no need of heating or warm clothing. External cold \u2013 rain, snow, hail \u2013 was powerless against him, because Scrooge carried his winter with him. \u201cRain, hail, and snow could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect \u2013 they often came down handsomely, and Scrooge never did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Look at his home: dark rooms (because darkness is cheaper than light), a feebly smoldering fire, oatmeal for supper. This is hell.<\/p>\n
Hell is a state of absolute loneliness<\/b>
\nTheologians say hell is not frying pans and devils. Hell is a state of absolute loneliness \u2013 a room locked from the inside. Scrooge is already living in hell; he is simply used to it. It seems to him like freedom and independence.<\/p>\n
And in this state he becomes an ideologue. Remember his dreadful words when charity collectors ask for money for the poor. Scrooge asks, \u201cAre there no prisons? \u2026 And the Union workhouses?\u201d And then he adds a line that makes the blood run cold: \u201cIf they would rather die \u2026 they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.\u201d<\/p>\n
Here Dickens puts into his hero\u2019s mouth the fashionable theory of the time \u2013 and, alas, of ours as well \u2013 the idea of \u201csurplus population,\u201d associated with the thinking of Thomas Malthus. It is a very contemporary cynicism. We, too, often think: why help \u201cfailures\u201d? Let the strongest survive. The economy must be economical. Scrooge is not evil. He is simply an \u201ceffective manager\u201d who has subtracted humanity from the equation.<\/p>\n
Therapy by ghosts<\/b>
\nTo melt that ice, something more is needed than a sermon. A shock is needed. The appearance of Jacob Marley\u2019s ghost is the first warning. Marley drags a chain of cashboxes and ledgers. \u201cI made it link by link, and yard by yard,\u201d he says. It is a terrifying truth: our passions become our shackles in eternity.<\/p>\n
But the real treatment begins with the journey. The Spirits put Scrooge through three sessions of shock therapy.<\/p>\n
First \u2013 memory.<\/b> The Spirit of Christmas Past does not scold the old man. It simply shows him the boy who loved reading about Ali Baba and Robinson Crusoe. It shows him the sister he loved. It shows him the fianc\u00e9e who left because the \u201cgolden idol\u201d had pushed love out.<\/p>\n
And the ice gives its first crack. Scrooge weeps. Tears are thawing. As long as a person can weep over lost purity, he is not hopeless.<\/p>\n
Then \u2013 sight.<\/b> The Spirit of Christmas Present leads him into the home of clerk Bob Cratchit. Poverty, mended clothes, a goose that barely feeds everyone \u2013 and yet there is something there that Scrooge does not have: warmth. There is Tiny Tim \u2013 a disabled child who will die if the \u201csurplus population\u201d receives no help.<\/p>\n
Here the turning point comes. It is not fear of hell that changes Scrooge. It is pity. \u201cSpirit,\u201d the old man asks, clutching the ghost\u2019s robe, \u201ctell me if Tiny Tim will live.\u201d<\/p>\n
In that moment his stone heart becomes flesh. Love for a child proves stronger than love for money.<\/p>\n
And finally \u2013 death.<\/b> The Spirit of the Future shows him the most dreadful thing. Not death itself (everyone dies), but oblivion. Scrooge sees servants robbing his corpse, stripping even the bed curtains. He hears colleagues at the Exchange discussing his funeral only for the sake of a free meal. \u201cHe died? And who cared? \u2026 What has he done with his money?\u201d<\/p>\n
A life lived only for oneself ends in total erasure. No one will come to the grave. No one will sigh. A person simply vanishes \u2013 like a dirty stain wiped away.<\/p>\n
A penitential turkey<\/b>
\nThe ending of A Christmas Carol is one of the best depictions of repentance (metanoia) in world literature. The Greek word metanoia means a \u201cchange of mind,\u201d a 180-degree turn. Scrooge wakes up alive. He has been given a chance. And what does he do? He does not go to a monastery to atone. He does not sit down to write a philosophical treatise.<\/p>\n
He does something very simple, very earthly, and very holy. He buys the biggest turkey in the shop and sends it to the Cratchits. Dickens shows active repentance. Scrooge begins to spend \u2013 spend money, spend time, spend emotion. He goes to his nephew whom he drove away yesterday. He laughs so loudly he startles passersby.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew.\u201d<\/b> This is the essence of Christianity that Dickens grasped with his heart.<\/p>\n
Holiness is not sterility, not sitting in a corner. Holiness is openness. It is when you finally unboard the very window that has been nailed shut for years and let into the house the frosty air, the noise of the street, and other people. Scrooge is saved not because he stopped loving money, but because he began loving people. He becomes \u201ca second father\u201d to Tiny Tim. He fills his emptiness with another human being.<\/p>\n
As long as you are alive<\/b> It does not matter how many years you were \u201cstone.\u201d It does not matter how many chains you forged. It does not matter how frozen your features have become.<\/p>\n As long as you are alive \u2013 as long as you can wake up on a Christmas morning \u2013 nothing is lost. You can get up. You can open the window. And you can, at last, buy that notorious turkey for someone who needs it more than you do.<\/p>\n
\nAll of us are Scrooges sometimes. We are all afraid. We are all cold. But A Christmas Carol<\/em> gives us a great hope.<\/p>\n