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he Fellow of No Delicacy
If Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the
house of Doctor Manette. He had been there often, during a whole year,
and had always been the same moody and morose lounger there. When he
cared to talk, he talked well; but, the cloud of caring for nothing,
which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely
pierced by the light within him.
And yet he did care something for the streets that environed that house,
and for the senseless stones that made their pavements. Many a night
he vaguely and unhappily wandered there, when wine had brought no
transitory gladness to him; many a dreary daybreak revealed his solitary
figure lingering there, and still lingering there when the first beams
of the sun brought into strong relief, removed beauties of architecture
in spires of churches and lofty buildings, as perhaps the quiet time
brought some sense of better things, else forgotten and unattainable,
into his mind. Of late, the neglected bed in the Temple Court had known
him more scantily than ever; and often when he had thrown himself upon
it no longer than a few minutes, he had got up again, and haunted that
neighbourhood.
On a day in August, when Mr. Stryver (after notifying to his jackal
that “he had thought better of that marrying matter”) had carried his
delicacy into Devonshire, and when the sight and scent of flowers in the
City streets had some waifs of goodness in them for the worst, of health
for the sickliest, and of youth for the oldest, Sydney’s feet still trod
those stones. From being irresolute and purposeless, his feet became
animated by an intention, and, in the working out of that intention,
they took him to the Doctor’s door.
He was shown up-stairs, and found Lucie at her work, alone. She had
never been quite at her ease with him, and received him with some little
embarrassment as he seated himself near her table. But, looking up at
his face in the interchange of the first few common-places, she observed
a change in it.
“I fear you are not well, Mr. Carton!”
“No. But the life I lead, Miss Manette, is not conducive to health. What
is to be expected of, or by, such profligates?”
“Is it not--forgive me; I have begun the question on my lips--a pity to
live no better life?”
“God knows it is a shame!”
“Then why not change it?”
Looking gently at him again, she was surprised and saddened to see that
there were tears in his eyes. There were tears in his voice too, as he
answered:
“It is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall
sink lower, and be worse.”
He leaned an elbow on her table, and covered his eyes with his hand. The
table trembled in the silence that followed.
She had never seen him softened, and was much distressed. He knew her to
be so, without looking at her, and said:
“Pray forgive me, Miss Manette. I break down before the knowledge of
what I want to say to you. Will you hear me?”
“If it will do you any good, Mr. Carton, if it would make you happier,
it would make me very glad!”
“God bless you for your sweet compassion!”
He unshaded his face after a little while, and spoke steadily.
“Don’t be afraid to hear me. Don’t shrink from anything I say. I am like
one who died young. All my life might have been.”
“No, Mr. Carton. I am sure that the best part of it might still be; I am
sure that you might be much, much worthier of yourself.”
“Say of you, Miss Manette, and although I know better--although in the
mystery of my own wretched heart I know better--I shall never forget
it!”
She was pale and trembling. He came to her relief with a fixed despair
of himself which made the interview unlike any other that could have
been holden.
“If it had been possible, Miss Manette, that you could have returned the
love of the man you see before yourself--flung away, wasted, drunken,
poor creature of misuse as you know him to be--he would have been
conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would
bring you to misery, bring you to sorrow and repentance, blight you,
disgrace you, pull you down with him. I know very well that you can have
no tenderness for me; I ask for none; I am even thankful that it cannot
be.”
“Without it, can I not save you, Mr. Carton? Can I not recall
you--forgive me again!--to a better course? Can I in no way repay your
confidence? I know this is a confidence,” she modestly said, after a
little hesitation, and in earnest tears, “I know you would say this to
no one else. Can I turn it to no good account for yourself, Mr. Carton?”
He shook his head.
“To none. No, Miss Manette, to none. If you will hear me through a very
little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that
you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not
been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this
home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had
died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that
I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from
old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I
have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off
sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all
a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down,
but I wish you to know that you inspired it.”
“Will nothing of it remain? O Mr. Carton, think again! Try again!”
“No, Miss Manette; all through it, I have known myself to be quite
undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the
weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me,
heap of ashes that I am, into fire--a fire, however, inseparable in
its nature from myself, quickening nothing, lighting nothing, doing no
service, idly burning away.”
“Since it is my misfortune, Mr. Carton, to have made you more unhappy
than you were before you knew me--”
“Don’t say that, Miss Manette, for you would have reclaimed me, if
anything could. You will not be the cause of my becoming worse.”
“Since the state of your mind that you describe, is, at all events,
attributable to some influence of mine--this is what I mean, if I can
make it plain--can I use no influence to serve you? Have I no power for
good, with you, at all?”
“The utmost good that I am capable of now, Miss Manette, I have come
here to realise. Let me carry through the rest of my misdirected life,
the remembrance that I opened my heart to you, last of all the world;
and that there was something left in me at this time which you could
deplore and pity.”
“Which I entreated you to believe, again and again, most fervently, with
all my heart, was capable of better things, Mr. Carton!”
“Entreat me to believe it no more, Miss Manette. I have proved myself,
and I know better. I distress you; I draw fast to an end. Will you let
me believe, when I recall this day, that the last confidence of my life
was reposed in your pure and innocent breast, and that it lies there
alone, and will be shared by no one?”
“If that will be a consolation to you, yes.”
“Not even by the dearest one ever to be known to you?”
“Mr. Carton,” she answered, after an agitated pause, “the secret is
yours, not mine; and I promise to respect it.”
“Thank you. And again, God bless you.”
He put her hand to his lips, and moved towards the door.
“Be under no apprehension, Miss Manette, of my ever resuming this
conversation by so much as a passing word. I will never refer to it
again. If I were dead, that could not be surer than it is henceforth. In
the hour of my death, I shall hold sacred the one good remembrance--and
shall thank and bless you for it--that my last avowal of myself was made
to you, and that my name, and faults, and miseries were gently carried
in your heart. May it otherwise be light and happy!”
He was so unlike what he had ever shown himself to be, and it was so
sad to think how much he had thrown away, and how much he every day kept
down and perverted, that Lucie Manette wept mournfully for him as he
stood looking back at her.
“Be comforted!” he said, “I am not worth such feeling, Miss Manette. An
hour or two hence, and the low companions and low habits that I scorn
but yield to, will render me less worth such tears as those, than any
wretch who creeps along the streets. Be comforted! But, within myself, I
shall always be, towards you, what I am now, though outwardly I shall be
what you have heretofore seen me. The last supplication but one I make
to you, is, that you will believe this of me.”
“I will, Mr. Carton.”
“My last supplication of all, is this; and with it, I will relieve
you of a visitor with whom I well know you have nothing in unison, and
between whom and you there is an impassable space. It is useless to say
it, I know, but it rises out of my soul. For you, and for any dear to
you, I would do anything. If my career were of that better kind that
there was any opportunity or capacity of sacrifice in it, I would
embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Try to hold
me in your mind, at some quiet times, as ardent and sincere in this one
thing. The time will come, the time will not be long in coming, when new
ties will be formed about you--ties that will bind you yet more tenderly
and strongly to the home you so adorn--the dearest ties that will ever
grace and gladden you. O Miss Manette, when the little picture of a
happy father’s face looks up in yours, when you see your own bright
beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is
a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!”
He said, “Farewell!” said a last “God bless you!” and left her.
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Let's Analyse the Pattern
Using perceived inadequacy as justification to avoid the vulnerable work of becoming better.
Why This Matters
Connect literature to life
This chapter teaches how to recognize when we use our flaws as excuses to avoid growth rather than reasons to pursue it.
Practice This Today
This week, notice when you say 'I'm not good enough' about something you want—then ask yourself if you're being humble or just scared to try.
Now let's explore the literary elements.
Key Quotes & Analysis
"I am like one who died young. All my life might have been."
Context: During his emotional confession to Lucie about his wasted potential
This reveals Carton's deep regret about his life choices and his belief that he's spiritually dead despite being physically alive. It shows how he tortures himself by imagining what he could have been.
In Today's Words:
I feel like I died before I ever really lived - I can see all the ways my life could have been different and better.
"For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything."
Context: His promise to Lucie near the end of their conversation
This foreshadows his ultimate sacrifice and shows that despite his self-hatred, he's capable of profound love and selflessness. It's both a declaration of devotion and a hint at his future heroic act.
In Today's Words:
I would literally do anything for you and the people you love - no matter what it cost me.
"I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight."
Context: Explaining to Lucie how knowing her has awakened old hopes
Shows that Carton isn't completely hopeless - Lucie's goodness has stirred his desire to become better. But his use of past tense reveals he's already given up on these possibilities.
In Today's Words:
Being around you made me think maybe I could get my act together and become the person I used to dream of being.
Thematic Threads
Self-Worth
In This Chapter
Carton believes his love for Lucie proves his capacity for good, yet simultaneously declares himself irredeemably worthless
Development
Evolves from his earlier cynicism to reveal the pain beneath his self-hatred
In Your Life:
You might recognize this when you talk yourself out of opportunities because you're 'not ready' or 'not good enough.'
Transformation
In This Chapter
Lucie has awakened dormant goodness in Carton, but he refuses to act on this potential for change
Development
Builds on earlier hints of Carton's hidden nobility and capacity for growth
In Your Life:
You might see this when you feel inspired to change but immediately list all the reasons why it won't work.
Love
In This Chapter
Carton's love is pure and selfless, yet he uses it as evidence of his unworthiness rather than motivation for improvement
Development
Deepens from his earlier attraction to show love's power to both inspire and torment
In Your Life:
You might experience this when you love someone so much you convince yourself they deserve better than you.
Sacrifice
In This Chapter
Carton promises to sacrifice anything for Lucie while simultaneously sacrificing his own potential for happiness
Development
Introduced here as a complex mix of nobility and self-destruction
In Your Life:
You might notice this when you frame giving up on yourself as protecting or serving others.
Identity
In This Chapter
Carton is trapped between who he could become and who he believes he is, choosing the familiar pain of his current identity
Development
Crystallizes his ongoing struggle between his potential and his self-image
In Your Life:
You might feel this tension when growth opportunities challenge your established sense of who you are.
You now have the context. Time to form your own thoughts.
Discussion Questions
- 1
What does Carton confess to Lucie, and how does she respond to his declaration?
analysis • surface - 2
Why does Carton insist he's beyond redemption even though Lucie believes he could change?
analysis • medium - 3
Where do you see people today declaring themselves 'unworthy' of opportunities they actually want?
application • medium - 4
How can you tell the difference between genuine humility and self-sabotage disguised as unworthiness?
application • deep - 5
What does Carton's pattern reveal about how fear of failure can become a self-fulfilling prophecy?
reflection • deep
Critical Thinking Exercise
Rewrite Your 'I'm Not Good Enough' Story
Think of something you want but have convinced yourself you don't deserve or aren't qualified for. Write two versions: first, your current 'I'm not worthy' story with all the reasons why you can't have it. Then rewrite it as an 'I'm becoming worthy' story, focusing on what steps you could take to grow into that opportunity.
Consider:
- •Notice whether your reasons are actually permanent facts or temporary conditions
- •Identify which fears might be driving your 'unworthiness' narrative
- •Consider what small first step would move you toward worthiness instead of away from it
Journaling Prompt
Write about a time when you talked yourself out of something you wanted by deciding you weren't good enough. What would you tell that past version of yourself now?
Coming Up Next...
Chapter 20: The Honest Tradesman's Dark Business
We shift from Carton's emotional confession to meet Jerry Cruncher, whose nighttime activities as an 'honest tradesman' involve work that's anything but honest. His peculiar profession will soon intersect with the main story in unexpected ways.
