BOOK THE FIRST
SOWING
1. The One Thing Needful
2. Murdering the Innocents
3. A Loophole
4. Mr Bounderby
5. The Key-note
6. Sleary’s Horsemanship
7. Mrs Sparsit
8. Never Wonder
9. Sissy’s Progress
10. Stephen Blackpool
11. No Way Out
12. The Old Woman
13. Rachael
14. The Great Manufacturer
15. Father and Daughter
16. Husband and Wife
BOOK THE SECOND
REAPING
1. Effects in the Bank
2. Mr James Harthouse
3. The Whelp
4. Men and Brothers
5. Men and Masters
6. Fading Away
7. Gunpowder
8. Explosion
9. Hearing the Last of It
10. Mrs Sparsit’s Staircase
11. Lower and Lower
12. Down
BOOK THE THIRD
GARNERING
1. Another Thing Needful
2. Very Ridiculous
3. Very Decided
4. Lost
5. Found
6. The Starlight
7. Whelp-hunting
8. Philosophical
9. Final
BOOK THE FIRST
SOWING1
CHAPTER 1
The One Thing Needful1
‘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 schoolroom, 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 gallons2of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim.