Donde leemos sobre Esther Summerson y cómo fue
criada por su madrina. ¿Vocabulario? Frock. Al final un video muy interesante del
comienzo de la obra. Del clásico de Charles Dickens, Bleak House.
… I have a great
deal of difficulty in beginning to write my portion of these pages, for I know
I am not clever. I always knew that. I can remember, when I was a very little
girl indeed, I used to say to my doll when we were alone together, "Now,
Dolly, I am not clever, you know very well, and you must be patient with me,
like a dear!" And so she used to sit propped
up in a great arm-chair, with her beautiful complexion and rosy lips,
staring at me—or not so much at me, I think, as at nothing—while I busily stitched
away and told her every one of my secrets.
My dear old
doll! I was such a shy little thing that I seldom dared to open my lips, and
never dared to open my heart, to anybody else. It almost makes me cry to think
what a relief it used to be to me when I came home from school of a day to run
upstairs to my room and say, "Oh, you dear faithful Dolly, I knew you
would be expecting me!" and then to sit down on the floor, leaning on the
elbow of her great chair, and tell her all I had noticed since we parted. I had
always rather a noticing way—not a quick way, oh, no!—a silent way of noticing
what passed before me and thinking I should like to understand it better. I
have not by any means a quick understanding. When I love a person very tenderly
indeed, it seems to brighten. But even that may be my vanity.