“That hand — the power of it — has been gravitated to you!”
Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
“I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!” Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. “The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on my knees!”
He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with tears.
“They are not torn down,” cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms, “they are not torn down, rings and all. They are here—I am here—the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will!”
His hands were busy with his garments all this time; turning them inside out, putting them on upside down, tearing them, mislaying them, making them parties to every kind of extravagance.
“I don’t know what to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world. Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”
“There’s the saucepan that the gruel was in!” cried Scrooge, starting off again, and going round the fireplace. “There’s the door, by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! There’s the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present, sat! There’s the window where I saw the wandering Spirits! It’s all right, it’s all true, it all happened. Ha ha ha!”
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs!
“I don’t know what day of the month it is!” said Scrooge. “I don’t know how long I’ve been among the Spirits. I don’t know anything. I’m quite a baby. Never mind. I don’t care. I’d rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop! Hallo here!”
He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash, clang, hammer; ding, dong, bell. Bell, dong, ding; hammer, clang, clash! Oh, glorious, glorious!
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!
“What’s to-day!” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
“Eh?” returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.
“What’s to-day, my fine fellow?” said Scrooge.
“To-day!” replied the boy. “Why, Christmas Day.”
“It’s Christmas Day!” said Scrooge to himself. “I haven’t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can!”
Monday: The Curse of the Caffeinated.
Dark Shadows bloopers to watch out for:
The opening titles are tinted green.
There’s a little round of dialogue chicken between Tim and Beth. Tim says, “I’ve seen what he’s done to me, yes. I know, I know.” And then he and Beth look helplessly at each other for six seconds of silence.
At the end of their scene, Tim says, “All right, Beth. I go, you stay here and wait for me.”
Behind the Scenes:
Terry Crawford tells the following story, in The Dark Shadows Companion. I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“I was running away from Quentin — because I thought wrongly that he was possessed by Petofi — and he was running after me. I’m out in the woods and the stage direction said that I was to turn my back away from Quentin at the edge of the cliff on Widows’ Hill. I’m supposed to teeter — almost fall — but not fall before the commercial break. During the break, the tension mounts and I was to fall off the cliff, screaming, onto the mattresses below. Well, during taping I ran to the edge and I was very excited and I fell before the commercial break — and if that wasn’t bad enough, when I fell down on the mattresses, I bounced back up.”
And a production note: with this episode, Peter Miner takes over as Dark Shadows producer. He’s replacing Robert Costello, who got a new gig with Strange Paradise, another supernatural soap even more troubled than Dark Shadows. (You can see my take on Strange Paradise here.) The switch from Costello to Miner is a big deal, probably, but there isn’t enough written about the producer’s role on DS for me to actually understand what the difference will be. I’d love to hear ideas in the comments, if anyone knows more.
Monday: The Curse of the Caffeinated.
— Danny Horn