Book Christmas 14
- SML
- Dec 14, 2015
- 1 min read
Vanity Fair by William Thackeray
The protagonist of this sprawling novel is a cynical social climber -- not the kind of person who revels in Christmas sentimentalities. But as she travels with her husband and son to visit relatives one Christmas, we get a glimpse of both her and her small child's reactions to seeing the family home welcoming them for the holidays, making for a poignant contrast:
It was dark again when little Rawdon was wakened up to enter his uncle's carriage at Mudbury, and he sat and looked out of it wondering as the great iron gates flew open, and at the white trunks of the limes as they swept by, until they stopped, at length, before the light windows of the Hall, which were blazing and comfortable with Christmas welcome. The hall-door was flung open -- a big fire was burning in the great old fire-place -- a carpet was down over the chequered black flags -- "It's the old Turkey one that used to be in the Ladies' Gallery," thought Rebecca, and the next instant was kissing Lady Jane.
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