One: Great Expectations: Charles Dickens
My father's family name is Pirrip. My christian name is Philip. I called myself Pip. My father's family name is on his tombstone. My sister is Mrs Joe Gargery, and her husband is a blacksmith. I never saw my father or my mother. Their days were long before the days of photograph. My memory of them is associated with their tombstones. The shape of letters on the tombstone of my father gave me an odd idea of how he looked: A square, stout, dark man with curly black hair. From the character and turn of inscription, "Also a Georgiana, wife of the above" I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. The five little stone lozenges each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine - who gave up struggling for life very early. Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. On a m...