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Hard times
'
Now
,
what
I
want
is
,
Facts
.
Teach
these
boys
and
girls
nothing
but
Facts
.
Facts
alone
are
wanted
in
life
.
Plant
nothing
else
,
and
root
out
everything
else
.
You
can
only
form
the
minds
of
reasoning
animals
upon
Facts
:
nothing
else
will
ever
be
of
any
service
to
them
.
This
is
the
principle
on
which
I
bring
up
my
own
children
,
and
this
is
the
principle
on
which
I
bring
up
these
children
.
Stick
to
Facts
,
sir
!
'
The
scene
was
a
plain
,
bare
,
monotonous
vault
of
a
school-room
,
and
the
speaker
's
square
forefinger
emphasized
his
observations
by
underscoring
every
sentence
with
a
line
on
the
schoolmaster
's
sleeve
.
The
emphasis
was
helped
by
the
speaker
's
square
wall
of
a
forehead
,
which
had
his
eyebrows
for
its
base
,
while
his
eyes
found
commodious
cellarage
in
two
dark
caves
,
overshadowed
by
the
wall
.
The
emphasis
was
helped
by
the
speaker
's
mouth
,
which
was
wide
,
thin
,
and
hard
set
.
The
emphasis
was
helped
by
the
speaker
's
voice
,
which
was
inflexible
,
dry
,
and
dictatorial
.
The
emphasis
was
helped
by
the
speaker
's
hair
,
which
bristled
on
the
skirts
of
his
bald
head
,
a
plantation
of
firs
to
keep
the
wind
from
its
shining
surface
,
all
covered
with
knobs
,
like
the
crust
of
a
plum
pie
,
as
if
the
head
had
scarcely
warehouse-room
for
the
hard
facts
stored
inside
.
The
speaker
's
obstinate
carriage
,
square
coat
,
square
legs
,
square
shoulders
,
--
nay
,
his
very
neckcloth
,
trained
to
take
him
by
the
throat
with
an
unaccommodating
grasp
,
like
a
stubborn
fact
,
as
it
was
,
--
all
helped
the
emphasis
'
In
this
life
,
we
want
nothing
but
Facts
,
sir
;
nothing
but
Facts
!
'
The
speaker
,
and
the
schoolmaster
,
and
the
third
grown
person
present
,
all
backed
a
little
,
and
swept
with
their
eyes
the
inclined
plane
of
little
vessels
then
and
there
arranged
in
order
,
ready
to
have
imperial
gallons
of
facts
poured
into
them
until
they
were
full
to
the
brim
.
Thomas
Gradgrind
,
sir
.
A
man
of
realities
.
A
man
of
facts
and
calculations
.
A
man
who
proceeds
upon
the
principle
that
two
and
two
are
four
,
and
nothing
over
,
and
who
is
not
to
be
talked
into
allowing
for
anything
over
.
Thomas
Gradgrind
,
sir
--
peremptorily
Thomas
--
Thomas
Gradgrind
.
With
a
rule
and
a
pair
of
scales
,
and
the
multiplication
table
always
in
his
pocket
,
sir
,
ready
to
weigh
and
measure
any
parcel
of
human
nature
,
and
tell
you
exactly
what
it
comes
to
.
It
is
a
mere
question
of
figures
,
a
case
of
simple
arithmetic
.
You
might
hope
to
get
some
other
nonsensical
belief
into
the
head
of
George
Gradgrind
,
or
Augustus
Gradgrind
,
or
John
Gradgrind
,
or
Joseph
Gradgrind
(
all
supposititious
,
non-existent
persons
)
,
but
into
the
head
of
Thomas
Gradgrind
--
no
,
sir
!
In
such
terms
Mr.
Gradgrind
always
mentally
introduced
himself
,
whether
to
his
private
circle
of
acquaintance
,
or
to
the
public
in
general
.
In
such
terms
,
no
doubt
,
substituting
the
words
'
boys
and
girls
,
'
for
'
sir
,
'
Thomas
Gradgrind
now
presented
Thomas
Gradgrind
to
the
little
pitchers
before
him
,
who
were
to
be
filled
so
full
of
facts
.
Indeed
,
as
he
eagerly
sparkled
at
them
from
the
cellarage
before
mentioned
,
he
seemed
a
kind
of
cannon
loaded
to
the
muzzle
with
facts
,
and
prepared
to
blow
them
clean
out
of
the
regions
of
childhood
at
one
discharge
.
He
seemed
a
galvanizing
apparatus
,
too
,
charged
with
a
grim
mechanical
substitute
for
the
tender
young
imaginations
that
were
to
be
stormed
away
.
'
Girl
number
twenty
,
'
said
Mr.
Gradgrind
,
squarely
pointing
with
his
square
forefinger
,
'
I
do
n't
know
that
girl
.
Who
is
that
girl
?
'
'
Sissy
Jupe
,
sir
,
'
explained
number
twenty
,
blushing
,
standing
up
,
and
curtseying
.
