Great Expectations
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- First published
- 1861
- Pages
- 506
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
22:35 -
Chapter 3
12:46 -
Chapter 4
23:08 -
Chapter 5
26:07 -
Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
27:47 -
Chapter 8
30:54 -
Chapter 9
18:11 -
Chapter 10
16:25 -
Chapter 11
34:34 -
Chapter 12
14:45 -
Chapter 13
19:59 -
Chapter 14
5:29 -
Chapter 15
28:12 -
Chapter 16
11:56 -
Chapter 17
21:14 -
Chapter 18
33:07 -
Chapter 19
37:49 -
Chapter 20
19:56 -
Chapter 21
12:09 -
Chapter 22
32:36 -
Chapter 23
21:03 -
Chapter 24
15:32 -
Chapter 25
18:21 -
Chapter 26
17:32 -
Chapter 27
19:57 -
Chapter 28
15:00 -
Chapter 29
32:20 -
Chapter 30
22:42 -
Chapter 31
14:34 -
Chapter 32
14:29 -
Chapter 33
18:13 -
Chapter 34
15:24 -
Chapter 35
20:23 -
Chapter 36
17:23 -
Chapter 37
18:40 -
Chapter 38
33:09 -
Chapter 39
32:30 -
Chapter 40
35:12 -
Chapter 41
14:24 -
Chapter 42
20:43 -
Chapter 43
13:02 -
Chapter 44
20:04 -
Chapter 45
19:37 -
Chapter 46
19:02 -
Chapter 47
16:54 -
Chapter 48
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Chapter 49
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Chapter 50
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Chapter 51
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Chapter 52
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Chapter 53
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Chapter 54
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Chapter 55
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Chapter 56
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Chapter 57
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Chapter 58
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Chapter 59
11:09
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About this book
The orphan Pip, raised by his harsh sister and the gentle blacksmith Joe, has his life transformed when a mysterious benefactor makes him a gentleman with 'great expectations.' As he pursues the cold, beautiful Estella and the trappings of wealth, he learns painful truths about ambition, gratitude, and the sources of his fortune, including the terrifying convict he once helped as a child. Dickens weaves comedy, mystery, and heartbreak through an unforgettable cast, from the jilted Miss Havisham in her decaying mansion to the loyal Joe. Widely considered his finest novel, it is a profound and moving study of what it truly means to become a gentleman.
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My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip.
I give Pirrip as my father’s family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister,—Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father’s, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above,” I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To 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 trying to get a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle,—I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.
Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dikes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip.
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Book facts
- Author
- Charles Dickens
- First published
- 1861
- Reading time
- About 13 hours
- Pages
- 506
- Language
- English
- Genre
- British Classics
- Formats
- PDF, EPUB, Read online, Audiobook
- Audio read by
- Mark F. Smith