We know
that Ebenezer Scrooge is a man with no friends and also a man who listens to no one but
himself.
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the
grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!
Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and
self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Therefore,
Dickens needed someone to communicate with Scrooge in a way that would force him to listen, and
the ghosts accomplish what no living person can. Fred has already invited him to Christmas
dinner...
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