Chapter1-5

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After reading the first five chapters of Hard Times, a world filled with "facts" comes vividly to life—oppressive, yet thought-provoking. The Coketown and the Gradgrind family depicted by Dickens resemble a canvas painted entirely in shades of gray. Yet, within this gloom, there are faint glimmers of something not entirely extinguished.
Mr. Gradgrind is the embodiment of the "philosophy of fact." He firmly believes that life requires nothing but facts, treating children like containers to be filled with cold numbers and definitions. In his school, a horse is no longer a living, galloping creature but a dissected object with "four legs, herbivorous, forty teeth." In his home, children are not allowed fairy tales, poetry, or imagination—even the patterns on the walls must align with "factual logic." This kind of education may seem rigorous, but in reality, it stifles human nature—it robs people of the ability to appreciate beauty, experience contradictions, and nurture emotions.
What moved me the most was Sissy Jupe, who couldn't define a horse but had a deep love for flowers. She represents another kind of reality—one rooted in life, filled with warmth, experience, and emotion—that is rejected by the "world of facts." When she timidly says, "Because I like them," she is confronting a rigid system of logic with the simplest form of human nature. Meanwhile, Bitzer, the pale-faced boy who can recite the definition of a horse perfectly, seems like a successful "product" of this system—he possesses knowledge but has lost the ability to feel and empathize, almost like a walking dictionary.
Even more intriguing are Gradgrind’s own children. Louisa and Tom’s secret fascination with the circus reveals humanity’s innate longing for "fantasy" and "joy." The "light with nowhere to land" in Louisa’s eyes is the flicker of suppressed imagination, refusing to be extinguished in the darkness. This shows us that human nature cannot be entirely controlled—it will always seek a way out through the cracks.
Dickens is not opposed to knowledge or reason. What he opposes is the extreme practice of deifying "facts" and using them to suffocate "humanity." He seems to ask: Is a world with only facts and no fantasy truly what we want? When education produces nothing but "human calculators" and stifles souls capable of crying, laughing, loving, and dreaming—what is the meaning of such progress?
Returning to today, it seems we still live in a kind of "worship of facts." Efficiency, data, metrics… we pursue quantifiable success but often overlook the parts of our hearts that cannot be measured—such as beauty, love, or the joy of the useless. Reading Hard Times feels like a reminder: while building a rational world, we must not forget to leave a window open for the soul—to let in sunlight, poetry, and a little bit of "impractical" fantasy.
After all, humans are not machines. We cannot run on facts alone. We also need stories, art, and the ability to love a horse whose number of teeth we can’t recite—but one that can run freely in the wind.