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SPAMCAPITAL OMEGA: THE REMAKE OF THE REMAKE OF THE SPAM

"Or would you know," pursued the Ghost, "the
weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself?
It was full as heavy and as long as this, seven
Christmas Eves ago. You have laboured on it, since.
It is a ponderous chain!"
 
Scrooge glanced about him on the floor, in the
expectation of finding himself surrounded by some fifty
or sixty fathoms of iron cable: but he could see
nothing.
 
"I have none to give," the Ghost replied. "It comes
from other regions, Ebenezer Scrooge, and is conveyed
by other ministers, to other kinds of men. Nor
can I tell you what I would. A very little more is
all permitted to me.
 
I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere.
My spirit never walked beyond our counting-house--
mark me!--in life my spirit never roved beyond the
narrow limits of our money-changing hole; and weary
journeys lie before me!"
 
It was a habit with Scrooge, whenever he became
thoughtful, to put his hands in his breeches pockets.
Pondering on what the Ghost had said, he did so now,
but without lifting up his eyes, or getting off his knees.
 
A CHRISTMAS CAROL by Charles Dickens

"You must have been very slow about it, Jacob,"
Scrooge observed, in a business-like manner, though
with humility and deference.
 
The Ghost, on hearing this, set up another cry, and
clanked its chain so hideously in the dead silence of
the night, that the Ward would have been justified in
indicting it for a nuisance.
 
"Oh! captive, bound, and double-ironed," cried the
phantom, "not to know, that ages of incessant labour
by immortal creatures, for this earth must pass into
eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is
all developed.
 
Not to know that any Christian spirit working
kindly in its little sphere, whatever it may be,
will find its mortal life too short for its vast means
of usefulness. Not to know that no space of regret
can make amends for one life's opportunity misused!
Yet such was I! Oh! such was I!"
 
"Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing its hands
again. "Mankind was my business. The common
welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance,
and benevolence, were, all, my business.
 
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