STAVE FIVE THE END OF IT Yes ! and the bedpost was his own . The bed was his own , the room was his own . Best and happiest of all , the Time before him was his own , to make amends in ! `` I will live in the Past , the Present , and the Future ! '' Scrooge repeated as he scrambled out of bed . `` The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me . Oh , Jacob Marley ! Heaven and the Christmas Time be praised for this ! I say it on my knees , old Jacob ; on my knees ! '' He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions , that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call . He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit , and his face was wet with tears . `` They are not torn down , '' cried Scrooge , folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms , `` they are not torn down , rings and all . They are here -- I am here -- the shadows of the things that would have been may be dispelled . They will be . I know they will ! '' His hands were busy with his garments all this time ; turning them inside out , putting them on upside down , tearing them , mislaying them , making them parties to every kind of extravagance . `` I do n't know what to do ! '' cried Scrooge , laughing and crying in the same breath ; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings . `` I am as light as a feather , I am as happy as an angel , I am as merry as a school-boy .
I am XXXXX giddy as a drunken man .
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