p e n g u i n c l a s s i c s
Great Expectations
Charles Dickens was born in Portsmouth in
1812
. His father was
imprisoned for debt and Dickens was briefly sent to work in a blacking
warehouse at the age of twelve. He taught himself shorthand and
became a reporter. His first novel,
The Pickwick Papers
(
1836
–
7
),
was a huge success. His most famous works include
Oliver Twist
(
1837
),
A Christmas Carol
(
1843
),
David Copperfield
(
1849
–
50
),
A
Tale of Two Cities
(
1859
) and
Great Expectations
(
1860
–
1
). His last
novel,
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
, was never completed and he
died in
1870
.
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3
Chapter
1
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name
Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer
or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be
called Pip.
I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his
tombstone and my sister – Mrs Joe Gargery, who married the
blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw
any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the
days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were
like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape
of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a
square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character
and turn of the inscription, ‘