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78 WRITTEN TEXTS—LITERATURE
                 ‘Girl number twenty,’ said Mr Gradgrind, squarely pointing with his
               square forefinger, ‘I don’t know that girl. Who is that girl?’
                 ‘Sissy Jupe, sir,’ explained number  twenty, blushing, standing up
               and curtseying.
                 ‘Sissy is not a name,’ said Mr Gradgrind. ‘Don’t call yourself Sissy.
               Call yourself Cecilia.’
                 ‘It’s father  as calls me Sissy, sir,’ returned  the young girl,  in  a
               trembling voice, and with another curtsey.
                 ‘Then he has no business to do it,’ said Mr Gradgrind. ‘Tell him he
               mustn’t. Cecilia Jupe. Let me see. What is your father?’
                 ‘He belongs to the horse-riding, if you please, sir.’
                 Mr Gradgrind frowned, and waved off the objectionable calling with
               his hand…
                 …‘Very well, then. He is a veterinary surgeon, a farrier and horse-
               breaker. Give me your definition of a horse.’
                 (Sissy Jupe thrown into the greatest alarm by this demand.)
                 ‘Girl number twenty unable to define a horse!’ said Mr Gradgrind,
               for the general behoof of all the little pitchers.  ‘Girl number twenty
               possessed of no facts, in reference to one of the commonest of animals!
               Some boy’s definition of a horse. Bitzer, yours.’
                 … But, whereas the girl was so dark-eyed and dark-haired, that she
               seemed  to receive a deeper and  more lustrous colour from the sun
               when it shone upon her, the boy was so light-eyed and light-haired that
               the selfsame rays appeared to draw out of him what little colour he
               ever possessed. His cold eyes would hardly have been eyes…
                 ‘Bitzer,’ said Thomas Gradgrind. ‘Your definition of a horse.’
                 ‘Quadruped.  Graminivorous.  Forty teeth, namely twenty four
               grinders, four eye-teeth, and twelve incisive. Sheds coat in the spring;
               in marshy countries, sheds hoofs too. Hoofs hard, but requiring to be
               shod with iron. Age known by marks in mouth.’


                                   Commentary
            The character  of Gradgrind is constructed, both in  appearance and
            speech style, as powerful, authoritarian and repressive type of man, yet
            he is made to seem absurd.  This is  done  by  parodying some
            recognisable traits of speech, but exaggerating them to emphasise the
            negative or ridiculous qualities. He repeats the word ‘Facts’ (the capital
            letter suggests it has the importance of a proper noun, like the name of
            an institution) more often than is needed (remember Grice’s maxim of
            quantity—Unit 3). The structures are relatively plain and short and
            include  a number of  imperatives: ‘Plant nothing else…root out
            everything else.’ He uses sentences that are noticeably shortened: ‘Girl
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