Transcript
Narrator/Announcer (0:00)
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Radio Host (0:18)
The Merry Beggars at relevant radio present.
Scrooge (0:21)
We have heard a night singing sweetly through the night.
Radio Host (0:27)
Episode 10 Christmas.
Ghost of Christmas Past (0:32)
And.
Narrator/Storyteller (0:44)
The Hour itself and nothing else, said Scrooge. Yet he spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with a deep, dull, hollow melancholy. One.
Narrator/Storyteller (0:57)
Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn.
Narrator/Storyteller (1:04)
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand, not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, and Scrooge, starting up into a half recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them.
Narrator/Storyteller (1:26)
It was a strange figure, like a child, yet not so like a child as like an old man viewed through some supernatural medium which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view and being diminished to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age, and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. The arms were very long and muscular, and the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most delicately formed, were, like those of the upper members, bare. It wore a tunic of the purest white, and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand, and in a singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright, clear jet of light by which all this was visible, and which was doubtless the occasion of its using in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now held under its arm.
Narrator/Storyteller (2:34)
Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant at another time was dark. So the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness, being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with 20 legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body, of which Dissolving parts. No outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away, and in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again, distinct and clear as ever.