The History of Pendennis

The History of Pendennis

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THE HISTORY OF PENDENNIS
by William Makepeace Thackeray

TO DR. JOHN ELLIOTSON
My Dear Doctor,
Thirteen months ago, when it seemed likely that this story had come to
a close, a kind friend brought you to my bedside, whence, in all
probability, I never should have risen but for your constant
watchfulness and skill. I like to recall your great goodness and kindness
(as well as many acts of others, showing quite a surprising friendship
and sympathy) at that time, when kindness and friendship were most
needed and welcome.
And as you would take no other fee but thanks, let me record them here
in behalf of me and mine, and subscribe myself,
Yours most sincerely and gratefully,

W. M. THACKERAY.

PREFACE
If this kind of composition, of which the two years' product is now laid
before the public, fail in art, as it constantly does and must, it at least
has the advantage of a certain truth and honesty, which a work more
elaborate might lose. In his constant communication with the reader,
the writer is forced into frankness of expression, and to speak out his
own mind and feelings as they urge him. Many a slip of the pen and the
printer, many a word spoken in haste, he sees and would recall as he
looks over his volume. It is a sort of confidential talk between writer
and reader, which must often be dull, must often flag. In the course of
his volubility, the perpetual speaker must of necessity lay bare his own
weaknesses, vanities, peculiarities. And as we judge of a man's
character, after long frequenting his society, not by one speech, or by
one mood or opinion, or by one day's talk, but by the tenor of his
general bearing and conversation; so of a writer, who delivers himself
up to you perforce unreservedly, you say, Is he honest? Does he tell the
truth in the main? Does he seem actuated by a desire to find out and
speak it? Is he a quack, who shams sentiment, or mouths for effect?
Does he seek popularity by claptraps or other arts? I can no more
ignore good fortune than any other chance which has befallen me. I
have found many thousands more readers than I ever looked for. I have
no right to say to these, You shall not find fault with my art, or fall
asleep over my pages; but I ask you to believe that this person writing
strives to tell the truth. If there is not that, there is nothing.
Perhaps the lovers of 'excitement' may care to know, that this book
began with a very precise plan, which was entirely put aside. Ladies
and gentlemen, you were to have been treated, and the writer's and the
publisher's pocket benefited, by the recital of the most active horrors.
What more exciting than a ruffian (with many admirable virtues) in St.
Giles's, visited constantly by a young lady from Belgravia? What more
stirring than the contrasts of society? the mixture of slang and
fashionable language? the escapes, the battles, the murders? Nay, up to

nine o'clock this very morning, my poor friend, Colonel Altamont, was
doomed to execution, and the author only relented when his victim was
actually at the window.
The 'exciting' plan was laid aside (with a very honourable forbearance
on the part of the publishers), because, on attempting it, I found that I