In September 2014, Vanity Fair published - for the first time - a previously unseen chapter from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, complete with new illustrations by Sir Quentin Blake, to coincide with the book's 50th anniversary.
'The Warming Candy Room' comes from what we think is a second draft of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, where Charlie Bucket is one of several Golden Ticket winners - although, at the point where they enter The Warming Candy Room, there are only five. They are not the five characters you will know from the published story, though.
For more on Roald Dahl's early drafting process, take a look at Roald Dahl Museum Archivist Rachel White's background to this chapter.
In the meantime, come and join Charlie, Mr Wonka and a few unfamiliar faces in...
'“Now you just keep holding onto my hand, Charlie,” Mrs. Bucket said as they moved on down the corridor to the next room.
“I’m having a lovely time!” Charlie said. “I think it’s exciting!”
“Well, just you behave yourself,” Mrs. Bucket told him sternly. “There’s five of them gone already just from getting into mischief and there’s no telling who the next one will be.”
Mr. Willy Wonka stopped outside a door on which it said:
THE WARMING-CANDY ROOM
“Warming-candy is a grand new item,” Mr. Wonka said. “We’ve just started making it. We’ll be putting it in the shops next week. It’s going to cause a sensation. Come in, please, and have a look.” So in they went.
The Warming-Candy Room looked more than anything else like the engine room of a gigantic old-fashioned ship. There were turbines humming and great pistons going up and down, and men were climbing about high up on steel ladders, and there wheels and pipes and pressure gauges and dials, and in the middle of it all there was an enormous, gleaming, silver-coloured boiler with five white-hot jets of flames playing upon its sides.
“Now you see that silver pipe, “ Mr. Wonka said, pointing to a tiny metal tube no longer than a pencil that was sticking out of one end of the great boiler. “That’s where the warming-candy comes out. Watch it!”
Everybody clustered around, staring at the silver pipe. A small drop of scarlet liquid formed on the end of the pipe. It lay there for a few seconds, then it broke away and fell to the ground, and as it fell, it cooled and hardened into a tiny red pellet, no longer than a bead. The pellet bounced on the floor and rolled away to a corner of the room where there was already a whole heap of them.
“Did you notice how quickly it cooled down?” said Mr. Wonka. “That’s the whole secret of warming-candy. It starts off, you see, as a kind of thick, runny, red, liquid. The liquid is then passed very slowly through this powerful machine, and as it goes through, the machine puts into it an unbelievable amount of heat. It makes it hotter than anything has ever been before in the world. And as a secret, when the liquid finally comes out (one drop at a time) into the open air and starts to cool down very quickly, there is so much heat in it that there is never time for all of it to escape. It all gets bottled up inside. It can’t get out. It has to stay there. The heat lives within that little pellet of warming-candy, and then, by a magic process, as the pellet rolls across the floor, the hot heat changes into an amazing thing called ‘cold heat.’ If it was hot heat it would be far too hot for you to eat, if you see what I mean. So we turn it into ‘cold heat.’ Each little piece of my special warming-candy has a delicious soft centre that is made entirely of ‘cold heat.’
“Cold heat!” cried one of the fathers contemptuously. “There’s no such thing!”
“There is now that I’ve invented it,” said Mr. Wonka proudly. “And all you have to do is to pop one of those little warming-candies into your mouth and suck it, and if you’re feeling cold or shivery, it’ll warm you up all over. Why, you can actually stand out in the snow on a freezing day with no clothes on at all, and just so long are you are sucking one of these tiny sweets, then you’ll feel warm as toast.”
“It’s crazy,” said another father.
“It’s true,” said Mr. Wonka, “And I’d gladly give one to each of you right now to try for yourselves – except that is would only make you hotter than ever on such a very hot day as this.”“
It’s all baloney!” said a boy called Clarence Crump.
“Baloney is right!” said a second boy whose name was Bertie Upside. “You could eat a sackful of that junk and you wouldn’t feel any hotter!” “
Why don’t we prove it?” cried a third boy called Terence Roper. Whereupon, all three of them ran forward to the heap of little red warming-candies and started cramming handfuls of them into their mouths as fast as they could.
“Foolish boys,” murmured Mr. Wonka.
“It’s just as I said!” shouted Clarence Crump. “Nothing happens!”
“They taste pretty good, though,” said Bertie Upside, taking another handful.
“It’s just ordinary sugar-candy!” shouted Terence Roper. “The whole thing’s a fake!”
At that point, Clarence Crump was seen to take out a handkerchief and surreptitiously wipe his brow.
Bertie Upside started loosening his tie.
Terence Roper opened his mouth and took several deep breaths.
And suddenly, all three of them became scarlet in their faces, and sweat began pouring down their cheeks.
“Even on the coldest day,” said Mr. Wonka quietly, “one little warming-candy would be quite enough. But these foolish boys must have eaten a hundred each. I’m afraid they’re going to be extremely hot.”
The three boys were now bursting with heat. They ripped off their ties, then their jackets, then their shirts, and Mrs. Upside (Bertie’s mother) was madly trying to fan her wretched red-faced son with a handkerchief.
“I’m dying!” cried Clarence Crump, “I can’t stand it!”
“Water!” yelled Terence Roper. “Somebody get me some water, quick!”The parents were crowding around their perspiring sons, fanning them with newspapers and hats and handkerchiefs, and calling upon Mr. Wonka to help.
“They’ll get over it in time,” said Wonka, flicking his fingers in the direction of the door. A white-coated assistant came in, and Mr. Wonka said to him, “Put these three boys in the large refrigerator for a few hours, will you please. That ought to cool them off.” And out they went, with their parents following them, fanning them and fluttering about all around them and calling Mr. Wonka all sorts of horrid names which he did not deserve.
At that point, all the workers put down their oiling-cans and spanners and screw-drivers, and began chanting over and over again:
“Five little children were shown something new,
Three of them got much too sick, and then there were two.”