Hard Times: Original Text (Paperback)
'NOW, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone arewanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form theminds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service tothem. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle onwhich 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 squareforefinger emphasized his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on theschoolmaster's sleeve. The emphasis was helped by the speaker's square wall of aforehead, which had his eyebrows for its base, while his eyes found commodious cellaragein two dark caves, overshadowed by the wall. The emphasis was helped by the speaker'smouth, which was wide, thin, and hard set. The emphasis was helped by the speaker'svoice, which was inflexible, dry, and dictatorial. The emphasis was helped by the speaker'shair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind fromits shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head hadscarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside. The speaker's obstinatecarriage, square coat, square legs, square shoulders, -nay, his very neckcloth, trained totake him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp, like a stubborn fact, as it was, -allhelped the emphasi.