Fair Use Holiday Edition

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’s name was good upon ‘Change,
for anything he chose to put his hand to.  Old Marley was as
dead as a door-nail.

Mind!  I don’t 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’s done for.  You will
therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as
dead as a door-nail.

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