Sissy Jupe

It's like, uh, the great example at the beginning of Charles Dickens' Hard Times when the Dr. Gride- Gradgrind is quizzing the students, and one of the students stands up and he wants to know, "What is the definition of a horse?" And, um, Bitzer, I think, is the name of the student, gives this scientific definition, a quadruped with so many incisors, da, da, da, da, da.

And then he asks little Sissy Jupe, who was the son of a, of a horse trainer, and she didn't know anything about the definition of the horse, but she's ridden horses her whole life and trained them, and she knows a horse much better than this Bitzer.

And I think that, that, that is a great example of kind of the dilemma we're in now, and that's the fault of rationalism, that too much of our knowledge is rational.

And, and of course, technology has, has sped that up and, and, and really made it, uh, even more of a, of a challenge today.

My voice is a little husky, Squire, and not easy heard by them as don't know me.

But if you'd been chilled and heated, heated and chilled, chilled and heated in the ring when you was young, as often as I have been, your voice wouldn't have lasted out, Squire, no more than mine.' "'I dare say not,' said Mr. Gradgrind." what shall it be squire while you wait shall it be therry give it a name squire said mr sleary with hospitable ease nothing for me i thank you said mr gradgrind don't say nothing squire what does your friend say if you haven't taken your feed yet have a glass of bitters here is daughter josephine a pretty fair-haired girl of eighteen who had been tied on a horse at two years old and had made a will at twelve which she always carried about her expressive of her dying desire to be drawn to the grave by the two piebald ponies cried father hush she is come back Then came Sissy Jupe, running into the room as she had run out of it, and when she saw them all assembled and saw their looks and saw no father there, she broke into a most deplorable cry and took refuge on the bosom of the most accomplished tightrope lady, herself in the family way, who knelt down on the floor to nurse her and to weep over her.

"'It's an eternal fame upon my soul it is,' said Sleary." "'Oh, my dear father! My good, kind father! Where are you gone? You are gone to try to do me some good, I know.

You are gone away for my sake, I'm sure.

Yes, I really do wish that I had never had a family, and then you would have known what it was to do without me.

End of chapter 8

Chapter 9 Sissy's Progress Sissy Jupe had not an easy time of it between Mr. M. Chocumchild and Mrs. Gradgrind, and was not without strong impulses in the first months of her probation to run away.

It hailed facts all day long so very hard, and life in general was open to her as such a closely ruled ciphering book that assuredly she would have run away, but for only one restraint— It is lamentable to think of, but this restraint was the result of no arithmetical process, was self-imposed in defiance of all calculation, and went dead against any table of probabilities that any actuary would have drawn up from the premises.