SCREEN SCROOGES It’s Cold

            Once upon a time—of all good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house.  It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement-stonesContinue reading “SCREEN SCROOGES It’s Cold”

SCREEN SCROOGES: Our Hero

            Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!  Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.  The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointedContinue reading “SCREEN SCROOGES: Our Hero”