SPAMCAPITAL OMEGA: THE REMAKE OF THE REMAKE OF THE SPAM

[The Dork Lord]

It is not that the hand is heavy and will fall down when released;
it is not that the heart and pulse are still; but that the hand
WAS open, generous, and true; the heart brave, warm, and
tender; and the pulse a man's. Strike, Shadow, strike! And
see his good deeds springing from the wound, to sow the
world with life immortal!

 

[The Dork Lord]

No voice pronounced these words in Scrooge's ears, and
yet he heard them when he looked upon the bed. He
thought, if this man could be raised up now, what would be
his foremost thoughts? Avarice, hard-dealing, griping cares?
They have brought him to a rich end, truly!

 

[The Dork Lord]

He lay, in the dark empty house, with not a man, a
woman, or a child, to say that he was kind to me in this
or that, and for the memory of one kind word I will be
kind to him.

 

[The Dork Lord]

A cat was tearing at the door, and there was a sound of
gnawing rats beneath the hearth-stone. What they wanted
in the room of death, and why they were so restless and
disturbed, Scrooge did not dare to think.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Spirit!" he said, "this is a fearful place. In leaving it,
I shall not leave its lesson, trust me. Let us go!"

 

[The Dork Lord]

Still the Ghost pointed with an unmoved finger to the head.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"I understand you," Scrooge returned, "and I would do
it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit. I have
not the power."

 

[The Dork Lord]

A CHRISTMAS CAROL by Charles Dickens

Again it seemed to look upon him.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion
caused by this man's death," said Scrooge quite agonised,
"show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!"

 

[The Dork Lord]

The Phantom spread its dark robe before him for a
moment, like a wing; and withdrawing it, revealed a room
by daylight, where a mother and her children were.

 

[The Dork Lord]

She was expecting some one, and with anxious eagerness;
for she walked up and down the room; started at every
sound; looked out from the window; glanced at the clock;
tried, but in vain, to work with her needle; and could hardly
bear the voices of the children in their play.

 

[The Dork Lord]

At length the long-expected knock was heard.

 

[The Dork Lord]

She hurried to the door, and met her husband;
a man whose face was careworn and depressed,
though he was young.

 

[The Dork Lord]

There was a remarkable expression in it now; a kind of serious delight
of which he felt ashamed, and which he struggled to repress.

 

[The Dork Lord]

He sat down to the dinner that had been hoarding for
him by the fire; and when she asked him faintly what news
(which was not until after a long silence), he appeared
embarrassed how to answer.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Is it good?" she said, "or bad?"--to help him.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"Bad," he answered.

 

[The Dork Lord]

"We are quite ruined?"

 

[The Dork Lord]

"No. There is hope yet, Caroline."

 

[The Dork Lord]

"If he relents," she said, amazed, "there is! Nothing is
past hope, if such a miracle has happened."