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00:00I was not merely overhead and ears in love with her, but I was saturated through and through.
00:10Enough love might have been wrung out of me, metaphorically speaking, to drown anybody in,
00:15and yet there would have remained enough within me and all over me to pervade my entire existence.
00:23Deakin's work as a reporter earned him five guineas a week, not nearly enough to be an acceptable suitor for Mariah.
00:37I, the moonstruck slave, perambulated round and round the garden for two hours,
00:42looking through crevices in the palings, getting my chin by dint of violent exertion above the rusty nails on the pot,
00:49blowing kisses of the lights in the windows, and romantically calling on the night at intervals to shield my love.
00:56I don't know exactly what from, I suppose from fire, but perhaps from mice, to which he had a great exception.
01:03Oh, I do so admire the scent of geraniums.
01:13Kind sir?
01:16Yes.
01:18There, my little parrot.
01:24Jove knows I love but who. Lips do not move, no man must know.
01:29No, no, no, with command of the audience as soon as you enter.
01:34And the pens, they're not fish, they're to be used thus.
01:41No, no, no, no, from the wrist right through to the tips of the fingers.
01:46Wrist, fingers, wrist, fingers.
01:50Deakin's was determined somehow to get on in the world. He isn't considered becoming an actor.
01:56All is but fortune, all is fortune.
01:59You see, with Garrick, the whole man, the whole body was slaved to his madness.
02:03His drive and energy were phenomenal.
02:05He worked as a reporter for two papers at once, went to the theatre, wrote his first short stories, read in the British Museum, and took acting lessons.
02:14I practised industriously, even such things as walking in and out, sitting down in a chair, often four, five, six hours a day.
02:21Shut up in my own room, or walking about in the field, or with my acting master.
02:26I prescribed to myself, too, a special system for learning parts, and learned a great many.
02:31No, no, stop, it's impossible, you cannot sit like that.
02:34One foot behind the other, bend the knee and blow.
02:40Oh, sorry.
02:43I can barely bring myself to say it, but our meetings of late have been little more than so many displays of heartless indifference on the one hand,
02:52while on the other they have never failed to prove a fertile source of wretchedness and misery to me.
02:58I would feel it mean and contemptible of me to keep by me one gift of yours,
03:03or to preserve one single line or word of remembrance of affection from you.
03:08I therefore return them, and only wish that I could as easily forget that I ever received them.
03:13Then in December 1833, he picked up the monthly magazine from a bookstore.
03:17The magazine helped unknown authors by presenting their work without payment.
03:22Dickens had submitted his first short story, A Dinner at Poplar Walk.
03:26It was there, in all the glory of print.
03:30My eyes were so dimmed with pride that they could not bear the sight of it.
03:35My eyes were so dimmed with pride that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there.
03:41They sent me a polite and flattering communication, requesting more.
03:46Perhaps now Maria, whom he had courted for four years, would be impressed enough to accept him.
03:52No, Mr. Dickens. No!
03:55I will.
03:58Who giveth this woman to marry to this man?
04:01I do.
04:06Say after me. I, Charles Dickens.
04:10I, Charles Dickens.
04:12Take thee, Catherine Hogarth.
04:14Take thee, Catherine Hogarth.
04:15Catherine Hogarth was the daughter of a newspaper colleague.
04:18Dickens married her on the 2nd of April, 1836, after Maria had refused him.
04:23Compared with Maria, Catherine was rather dull.
04:26Nevertheless, Dickens loved her sincerely, and aimed to bring the same determination to marriage as to everything else.
04:32Instead of the moping solitude of chambers, there will always be the warm companionship of our own fireside, where we will sit.
04:38And I will tell her rationally what I have been doing through a day,
04:41whose pursuits and labours will all have for their mainspring her advancement and happiness.
04:54But by marrying Catherine, he married the entire Hogarth family.
04:57Her father, her mother, her brother, her baby sisters, her sister Georgina,
05:04and her sister Mary, who was to live in the house with him.
05:10Most certainly, my dear Catherine, I am of the opinion that turkey carpets are a necessity for people of Hogarth.
05:15Even in the first crowded months of marriage, Dickens continued to work.
05:19Out of the hack job of writing the text to a series of sporting illustrations,
05:23he created a comic novel to be issued in monthly instalments.
05:26It was to be called The Pickwick Papers.
05:31Dickens worked through all distractions, encouraged by the sympathetic understanding of his admiring young sister-in-law, Mary.
05:46From the start, it was in Mary, not his wife Catherine, that he found the warmth and calm that he so deeply needed.
05:53She became the grace and life of our home.
05:56So perfect a creature never bleeds.
06:09My friend, Mr. Snodgrass, has a great taste for poetry, replied Mr. Pickwick.
06:13So has Mrs. Leo Hunter, sir. She has produced some delightful pieces herself, sir.
06:20You may have met with her ode to an expiring frog, sir.
06:23I don't think I have, said Mr. Pickwick.
06:26Wow! Cream is so much prettier.
06:30Charles? Brown. Do you not think brown for the curtains? Or cream brocade?
06:37Such poetry, such passion.
06:39Pray be serious, Mr. Dickens.
06:41Then neither to offend my new wife nor my new mother, I'll hazard amphibious green.
06:47On a log, expiring frog.
06:51Beautiful, said Mr. Pickwick. Fine, so simple.
06:54The next verse is still more touching, said Mr. Leo Hunter.
06:57It runs thus.
06:58Say, have friends...
07:00Fiends.
07:01Say, have fiends in shape of boys with wild halloo and brutal noise
07:06hunted thee from marshy joys with a dog, expiring frog.
07:11Mary?
07:16Mary.
07:18Catherine.
07:20A doctor.
07:23Quickly.
07:32A doctor.
07:35A doctor.
07:37A doctor.
07:38A doctor.
07:45Mary Hogarth suddenly became ill and died.
07:56No one can conceive the misery in which this dreadful event has plunged us.
08:01Since our marriage, she has been the peace and life of our home.
08:05I am proud of all for her beauty and excellence.
08:09I could have better spared a much nearer relation or an older friend,
08:13for she has sympathized with all my thoughts and feelings more than anyone I ever knew.
08:22It left a blank which I never can replace.
08:26The shock of Mary's sudden death, like so many other emotional events in Dickens' life,
08:31was buried deep in his mind, never to be disclosed.
08:35Unknown even to his wife, he was to dream of Mary every night for five years.
08:41Years later, his stored up emotions reappeared when he wrote The Death of Little Nell.
08:48For she was dead.
08:51There upon her little bed she lay at rest.
08:54The solemn stillness was no marvel now.
08:58She was dead.
09:00No sleep so beautiful and calm,
09:02so free from trace of pain,
09:05so fair to look upon.
09:08She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God,
09:10and waiting for breath of life.
09:13Not one who had lived and suffered death.
09:18Mary Scott Hogarth died 7th May 1837.
09:24Young, beautiful, and good.
09:27God in his mercy numbered her with his angels at the early age of 17.
09:36Dickens died.
09:49Outwardly, Dickens was a self-confident and respectable public figure.
09:53A friend of the great,
09:54an upholder of the Victorian ideals of happy family life,
09:58the author of jolly Christmas stories,
10:00the life and soul of every party.
10:02Mr. Foster, the magic.
10:04Taper, if you please.
10:14But he faced growing disillusion.
10:16The public applauded, but nothing was done about the reforms he urged.
10:22With such a large family to support, he still didn't feel financially secure.
10:26And now the miseries of his childhood came back to haunt him.
10:32Foster heard of an elderly gentleman who recognised the great Mr. Dickens
10:36as the miserable little boy who once worked in Warren's blacking factory.
10:45Parts of his past he had told to no one, not even to his wife.
10:54Foster persuaded him to begin an autobiography,
10:56but the truth was too painful.
10:58Only in the guise of a novel could he make his confessional to himself and the world.
11:06Only by transforming him into Mr. Macorber
11:09could he accept the shame of his father in the debtor's prison.
11:28Result? Misery.
11:31The full title of the novel is
11:33The Personal History and Observations of David Copperfield the Younger,
11:37which he never meant to be published on any account.
11:40In most respects, it was Dickens' own story,
11:43more autobiographical than even his closest friends suspected.
11:47Of course I was in love with little Emily.
11:51I'm sure I loved that baby, quite as truly, quite as tenderly,
11:54with greater purity and more disinterestedness.
11:58And can enter into the best love of a greater time of life,
12:01high and ennobling as it is.
12:03I'm sure my fancy raised up something around that blue-eyed might of a child,
12:07which etherealized and made a very angel of her.
12:11The days sported by us as if time had not grown up himself yet,
12:15but were a child too, and always at play.
12:20As to the sense of inequality or youthfulness,
12:23or other difficulty in our way,
12:25little Emily and I had no such trouble,
12:27because we had no future.
12:29We made no more provision for growing older than we did for growing younger.
12:52It was all over in a moment.
12:54I had fulfilled my destiny.
12:56I was captive and a slave.
12:58I loved Dora Spenlow to distraction.
13:27We loitered alone in front of the geraniums,
13:30and Dora often stopped to admire this one and that one,
13:33and I stopped to admire the same one.
13:35And Dora, laughing, held the dog up childishly to smell the flowers.
13:40And if we were not all three in fairyland, certainly I was.
13:46In the novel, David Copperfield marries his beloved Dora,
13:49and the desperate desire that Dickens had to marry Maria in the world of fact,
13:53was consummated in the world of fiction.
13:56But with marriage, Dora changes.
13:58She is transmuted into a woman very similar to the inept Catherine Hogarth.
14:03She ceases to be the ideal.
14:05Her attractive silliness becomes a bore.
14:08Dickens, through the novel, faced the unhappiness of his own marriage.
14:12Sickness and in health, to love and to cherish.
14:17In fulfilment of the compact I have made with myself
14:20to reflect my mind on this paper,
14:22I again examine it closely and bring its secrets to the light.
14:29What I missed, I still regarded, I always regarded,
14:32as something that had been a dream of my youthful fancy,
14:35that was incapable of realisation.
14:38That I was now discovering to be so with some natural pain, as all men did.
14:42But, that it would have been better for me if my wife could have helped more,
14:46and shared the many thoughts in which I had no partner.
14:49There can be no disparity in marriage, like unsuitability of mind and purpose.
14:54In the novel, Dickens didn't have to face the logical outcome of an unhappy marriage.
14:59He had to face it.
15:01He had to face it.
15:04In the novel, Dickens didn't have to face the logical outcome of an unhappy marriage.
15:09Doris Fenlow was made to fade consumptively away,
15:12allowing David Copperfield to find true happiness
15:15with a romantic ideal of womanhood called Agnes Wickfield.
15:19When all else fades, one face remains.
15:23One face, shining on me like a heavenly light by which I see all other objects.
15:29I turn my head and see it, in its beautiful serenity beside me.
15:34My lamp burns low, and I have written far into the night.
15:38But the dear presence, without which I am nothing, bears me company.
15:43Oh, Agnes of my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed.
15:49So may I, when realities are melting from me,
15:52like the shadows which I now dismiss,
15:55find thee near me, pointing upward.
16:02Dickens had begun reading his stories in public almost by accident, for charity.
16:07The performances were extremely popular and profitable.
16:11He continued them for his own benefit.
16:13Romance, however, Flora went on,
16:15as I openly said to Mr. F. when he proposed to me.
16:18And you'll be surprised to hear he proposed seven times.
16:20Once in a hackney coach, once in a boat, once in a pew,
16:23once on a donkey at Tunbridge Wells, and the rest on his knees.
16:26Romance had fled.
16:31It must have been very strange to you, coming here again.
16:34Dickens' regular companion was Georgina.
16:36He relied on her completely to manage his home.
16:39His wife Catherine, after ten children and four miscarriages in fifteen years,
16:43was now totally incapacitated.
16:46And it was with Georgina that Dickens returned to the countryside of his childhood.
16:53The same places he once explored with his father.
16:56If you were to work hard and be persevering,
16:59one day you might come to own it.
17:12Dickens bought Gadshill in 1856,
17:15the same year that he met an eighteen-year-old actress called Ellen Turnham.
17:20She was the leading lady in a play Dickens was rehearsing for a charity performance.
17:42The rest of the cast were literary friends,
17:45notably the novelist Wilkie Collins.
17:51Ellen Turnham was younger even than Dickens' two grown-up daughters.
17:55The house, they were to say later, seemed to be full of them.
18:06Oh, sweet woman!
18:08My dear, my dear!
18:11My dear, my dear!
18:14My dear, my dear!
18:17My dear, my dear!
18:19Oh, sweet woman!
18:20My dear friend!
18:21Oh, no, no, I'm not to be your dear friend now.
18:23The play was called Uncle John.
18:25Dickens took the part of an old man infatuated with his young ward.
18:29Dear uncle!
18:30John!
18:31John!
18:32Oh, you are so kind.
18:34It's no trouble to fall in love.
18:36It's trouble enough to fall out of it once you're in it.
18:39So I keep out of it altogether.
18:41It were better that you were to do the same.
18:43That's impossible.
18:45A little whim of mine.
18:49A present for my little wife?
18:51Bridal presents?
18:52Sir, you are too generous.
18:54I know not what to say.
18:56Say nothing.
19:04In the play, to show his affection,
19:06the old man lavishes expensive gifts on the beautiful young girl.
19:10In real life, Dickens couldn't help doing the same.
19:19The package from the jeweller was delivered into the wrong hands.
19:31My dearest Ellen,
19:33I know you will know not what to say,
19:36so say nothing.
19:42My dear Catherine,
19:44it is perfectly customary, as you are very well aware,
19:47for the producer of a play to give a token of his gratitude to his leading lady.
19:50An expensive bracelet I take to be more than a token.
19:53I see you are determined to take it to mean exactly what you like.
19:56Where else can I interpret your innocent gesture?
19:59I've never been so humiliated in my life.
20:03Here, in my own home,
20:05surrounded by my children.
20:07I find your suspicions hideous and degrading.
20:09Humiliating.
20:10Not only hideous and degrading to me,
20:12but to one who is as innocent and pure
20:14of any of the motives which you are imputing to her
20:16as virgin snow.
20:18I can't bear it.
20:19And I trust when you come to your senses,
20:21you will think differently of the matter,
20:23and order from your mind all that is base and suspicious and ugly.
20:26And pay a respectful visit to Miss Turnham's mother.
20:30I thought better of you, Catherine.
20:33I thought better.
20:39Oh my, you shall not go.
20:42Did your father insist, child, that I must?
20:48Mr. Dickens is a wicked, wicked man.
20:51Mr. Dickens is not wicked.
20:53Mr. Dickens is a genius.
20:55For the whole world must know
20:57that this woman who claims to be an actress
20:59is Mr. Dickens' mistress.
21:01The marriage was over.
21:03It broke up into a long, drawn-out family row
21:06about money and the terms of the separation.
21:08Only Georgina stayed loyal to Dickens.
21:10Neither you nor anyone else can lay the fiction at my door
21:13that Mr. Dickens is of my flesh and blood.
21:15The rumours about his relationship with Ellen Turnham
21:17were fanned into scandal
21:19when a letter he wrote about Catherine
21:21fell into the hands of the American press
21:23and was published across the world.
21:25Mrs. Dickens and I have lived unhappily together for many years.
21:29Probably anyone who knows us intimately
21:31can fail to know that we are in all respects
21:33of character and temperament
21:35wonderfully unsuited to each other.
21:37In the manly consideration which I owe my wife
21:40I will remark of her that the peculiarity of her character
21:43has thrown all our children onto someone else
21:45and that a mental disorder
21:47under which she sometimes labours was such
21:49that she felt herself unfit for the life
21:51she has to lead as my wife.
21:53Wicked persons have coupled this separation
21:55with the name of a young lady
21:57for whom I have a great attachment and regard.
21:59I will not repeat her name.
22:01I honour it too much.
22:04This was too much for conventional Victorian society.
22:08The newspapers after publishing the letter
22:10bitterly attacked him.
22:12This favourite of the public
22:14informs some thousands of readers
22:16that his wife, whom he has vowed to love and cherish
22:18has utterly failed to discharge the duties of a mother
22:21and further hints that her mind is disordered.
22:24If this be manly consideration
22:27we should like to be favoured with a definition
22:30of unmanly selfishness and heartlessness.
22:34Dickens' private life, it seemed
22:36would bring his public life to an end.
22:43June the 17th, 1858.
22:45Dickens was 46.
22:47The audience waited for him to give his first public reading
22:49since the scandal of separation from his wife.
22:52His friends feared he would be booed off the stage
22:54but he went on despite their advice.
22:57I know, sir.
22:58I remember your advice and acknowledge it with thanks.
23:01Whenever I was wrong, I was obliged to anyone who would tell me of it.
23:04But up to the present, I have never been wrong.
23:29The End
23:40Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life
23:43or whether that station will be held by anybody else
23:46these pages must show.
23:49To begin my life with the beginning of my life
23:51I record that I was born, as I have been informed...
23:54June the 17th, 1858.
23:57Wood to guard every letter I have ever written on that pile.
24:01In the garden of his new home at Gads Hill
24:03Dickens made a bonfire of his letters
24:05a symbolic burning of his past
24:07before he built himself a new life.
24:09A princess I adore.
24:11But Ellen Turner and he would never be really happy together.
24:15After the separation from his wife
24:17Dickens lived at Gads Hill with Georgina as his hostess.
24:20Ellen visited him there
24:21but convention made it impossible for her to live openly with him as his mistress.
24:25More important, being so much younger
24:27she could never satisfy his emotional needs
24:30fill the void he had felt all his life.
24:33Disappointed, Dickens immersed himself in a new book
24:36Great Expectations.
24:46Stand still you little devil or I'll cut your throat.
24:49Oh don't cut my throat sir, I pray you no.
24:51Tell us your name, quick.
24:53Pitzer.
24:54Once more, give it mouth.
24:56Pitzer.
24:57Tell us where you live, point out a place.
25:00Over there sir.
25:01You young devil, what fat cheeks you have got.
25:03Darn me if I couldn't eat him if I hadn't half a mind to it.
25:06I pray you no sir.
25:08The question is, whether you ought to be let live.
25:11In Great Expectations, Magwitch, a fearsome and misunderstood convict
25:15an outcast
25:16eventually emerges as perhaps the most admirable character.
25:19The central figure is Pip
25:21a village boy with ambitions to be rich, respectable and a gentleman
25:25ambitions once Dickens' own.
25:28In this harsh fantasy, Dickens faces himself and his disappointment with Ellen Turnham.
25:34A crazed old lady, Miss Habesham, jilted on her wedding day
25:38ensnares Pip into loving the beautiful but unattainable Estella.
25:42He is made to feel all the pain of love
25:45but none of its rewards.
25:49Your own one day, my dear
25:53and you'll use it well.
25:59Let me see you play cards with this boy.
26:03With this boy?
26:05Why, he's a common labouring boy.
26:07Well, you couldn't break his heart.
26:11What do you play, boy?
26:13Nothing but beggar my neighbour, Miss.
26:15Beggar him!
26:26He portrayed the boy Pip growing up to worldly success
26:29as Dickens had done himself
26:31only to discover too late that material values are false
26:35because they deaden the heart.
26:37Love her.
26:39Love her.
26:41Love her.
26:43I'll tell you what true love is.
26:47It's blind devotion
26:49unquestioning self-humiliation
26:53utter submission
26:56trust and belief against yourself
27:00against the whole world
27:04giving up your heart and soul to the smiter.
27:09You must know that I have no heart.
27:12Oh, I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in.
27:14I have no doubt.
27:15And of course if it ceased to beat
27:17I should cease to be.
27:19But you know what I mean.
27:21I have no softness there.
27:24No sympathy, sentiment
27:27nonsense.
27:32So in his fifties
27:33Dickens escaped more and more
27:35into the only secure emotional world he had left
27:38his readings.
27:39Increasingly he seemed fully alive
27:41only in the affection of his audience
27:43and behind the jolly facade of his early books.
27:47Sam Vella, my lord
27:48replied the gentleman.
27:50Do you spell it with a V or a W?
27:54inquired the judge.
27:55Oh, that depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my lord
27:58replied Sam.
27:59I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice
28:01but I spelled it with a W.
28:03Here a voice from the gallery exclaimed aloud
28:05Quite right too, Sammy Bell, quite right.
28:08Put it down a W, my lord, put it down a W.
28:10Who is that?
28:12Who dare address the court?
28:14said the judge.
28:15You know who that was, sir.
28:17I rather suspect he was my father, my lord.
28:20No, Mr. Weller
28:22said Sergeant Buzzfuzz.
28:23No, sir
28:24replied Sam.
28:25I believe you are in the service of Mr. Pickwick
28:28the defendant in this case.
28:29Speak up if you please, Mr. Weller.
28:32I mean to speak up, sir
28:33replied Sam.
28:34I am in the service of that dear gentleman
28:36and a very good servant he is.
28:38Little to do and plenty to get, I suppose
28:41said Sergeant Buzzfuzz with jocularity.
28:43Oh, quite enough to get, sir
28:45as the soldier said when they ordered him
28:46three hundred and fifty lashes
28:48replied Sam.
28:49You must not tell us what the soldier
28:51or any other man said, sir
28:54interposed the judge.
28:55It's not evident.
29:00After a successful tryout
29:02the murder reading was included in the tour
29:04but a doctor had to travel with him to keep him going.
29:08Bill, Bill
29:09gasped the girl wrestling with a strength of mortal fear.
29:11I, I won't scream or, or cry
29:14not once.
29:16Hear me.
29:17Speak to me.
29:19Tell me what I've done.
29:21The readings took so much out of him
29:22that Georgina and the doctor feared
29:24that Dickens might actually die on the stage.
29:27Then spare my life for the love of heaven.
29:29Bill
29:30dear Bill, you cannot have the heart to kill me
29:33but we must have time
29:35a little, little time.
29:38His reading of the murder became an obsession.
29:41He included it in three performances
29:43out of every four.
29:45Think of all I've given up
29:46only this night for you.
29:48Stop before you spill my blood.
29:50I've been true to you
29:52for my guilty soul I have.
29:54At the intervals he collapsed
29:56unable even to speak
29:57until the performance continued.
29:59The housebreaker freed one arm
30:00and grasped his pistol.
30:02The certainty of immediate detection
30:03if he fired flashed across his mind
30:05even in his fury.
30:07And he beat it, twice
30:08with all the force that he could summon
30:10upon the upturned face
30:11that almost touched his own.
30:13Lame, bleeding from the bowels
30:15partly paralyzed
30:17he still refused to stop.
30:20He had to be kept going on alcohol and sedatives.
30:27The murder should be saved
30:29and kept for occasional readings in the large towns.
30:36For occasional readings in the large towns.
30:50I am not old.
30:55I am not sick.
31:00I shall continue to do as I like.
31:05It's much better to die doing.
31:24But he stopped.
31:26On the night of the 15th of March, 1870
31:29he gave his final reading from Pickwith.
31:32Georgina thought he never looked more handsome in his life.
31:41Ladies and gentlemen
31:44it would be worse than idle
31:47for it would be hypocritical and unfeeling
31:52if I were to disguise that I close this episode of my life
31:56with feeling a very considerable pain.
32:01For some 15 years
32:03I have had the honor of presenting my own
32:06cherished ideas for your recognition
32:10and have been uniformly cheered by the readiest response
32:14the most generous sympathy
32:16and the most stimulating support.
32:20Nevertheless, I have thought it well, henceforth
32:23to devote myself exclusively to the art
32:27that first brought us together.
32:32And so, from these garish lights
32:36I now vanish forevermore
32:39with a heartfelt
32:42grateful
32:45respectful
32:49affectionate
32:54farewell.
33:15In this novel, Dickens' self-destructive nature
33:18seems to find a final outlet.
33:28On Christmas Eve
33:31the very season of jollity and goodwill
33:34associated in the public mind with Dickens' writing
33:37John Jasper plans to strangle his young rival
33:40and Dickens, pressing ahead with his novel
33:43despite his failing health
33:45prepared to reject all that he had stood for
33:48as a popular novelist.
33:51On the banks of the river where Dickens walked as a child
33:55the murderer creeps up on the figure that dogs his life.
34:03I am mocked by the echoes of my own voice.
34:07I am a man carving demons out of my heart.
34:20Dickens never completed Edwin Drood.
34:23He died suddenly of a heart attack
34:26killed by persistent and deliberate overwork
34:29at the age of 58.
34:31He was buried in Westminster Abbey.
34:34I direct that my name be inscribed
34:37in plain English letters on my tomb
34:40without the addition of Mr. or Esquire
34:43and I conjure my friends on no account
34:46to make me the subject of any monument
34:49memorial or whatsoever.
34:51I rest my claim to the remembrance of my country
34:54on my published works.