Chapter 1 - Marley's Ghost
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman(clérigo), the clerk(secretario), the undertaker(director de pompas funebres), and the chief (leader/boss) mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose toput 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(ataud)-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery(ferreteria) in the trade(comercio). But the wisdom(sabiduria,saber, juicio) of our ancestors is in the simile; and myunhallowed(impía) 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.
Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don't know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor(architect), his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee,his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnized it with an undoubted bargain(good deal).
The mention of Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothingwonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll (paseo) at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts(terraplenes), than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly(suddenly) turning out after dark in a breezy(windy) spot -- saySaint Paul's Churchyard for instance -- literally to astonish(asombrar) his son's weak(debil) mind.
Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the ware-house door: Scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. It was all thesame to him.
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone(piedra amolar), Scrooge! a squeezing(apretando), wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!( desgarrador, agarrar, raspado, agarrándose, viejo pecador codicioso) Hard and sharp as flint(piedra,pedernal), from which no steel(acero,eslabon) had ever struck(golpeado) out generous fire; secret, and self-contained,and solitary as an oyster(ostre). The cold within him froze his old features, nipped(mordisqueó) his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek(arrugadas mejillas), stiffened his gait(endurecio su marcha); made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly() in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always aboutwith him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill(cool) him. No wind that blew was bitterer() than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting() rain less open to entreaty(). Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviestrain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast() of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often came down handsomely(), and Scrooge never did.
Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with gladsome looks, ``My dear Scrooge, how are you. When will you come to see me.'' No beggars() implored him to bestow() a trifle(), no children asked him what it was o'clock, no man or woman...
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