“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?”
“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost. “I made it link by
link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my
own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you?”
Scrooge trembled more and more.
“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!..."
“But you were always a good man of business, Jacob,' faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.
Business!' cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. "Mankind was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The deals of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!”
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
"O that I could find in the desert a wayside shelter for travelers, that I might depart from my people. For they are all adulterers, an unfaithful mob of traitors. Their tongues are devious weapons, bent like drawn bows. With falsehoods rather than truth they have gained power. They commit one crime after another. They do not know me, says the Lord. I will make Jerusalem a heap of ruins, the lair of jackals. I will lay waste to Judah, a desolation where no one can live."
Jeremiah 9:2-3,11
