The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, GentlemanG. Routledge, 1884 - 322 pages |
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Abbess affair amongst answered beds of justice better betwixt breeches Bridget brother Shandy brother Toby by-the-by CHAPTER child conscience continued my father Corporal Trim cried my father cried my Uncle cursed dear Dendermond devil door Eugenius eyes fancy Fevre give half hand head heart heaven hobby-horse honour horse humour imagination King of Bohemia Laurence Sterne look madam man's matter mind mother nature never night nose Obadiah opinion pipe poor Prignitz quoth Dr quoth my father quoth my Uncle ravelin reason replied my father replied my Uncle Roger Sterne sermon Shandy Hall side siege Slawkenbergius Slop soul Sterne Stevinus story Strasburg Susannah tell thee thing thought told took Trim's Tristram Tristram Shandy turned twas Uncle Toby Uncle Toby's Wadman Walter Shandy whilst whole wish word write Yorick
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Page 207 - to my house, and we'll send for a doctor to see what's the matter, and we'll have an apothecary, and the Corporal shall be your nurse, and I'll be your servant, Le Fevre.
Page 301 - I will not argue the matter : time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity life follows my pen; the days and hours of it more precious, — my dear Jenny, — than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more ; — every thing presses on, — whilst thou art twisting that lock ; — see ! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal...
Page 204 - A soldier, an* please your reverence, said I, prays as often (of his own accord) as a parson ; and when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour, too, he has the most reason to pray to God of any one in the whole world.
Page 206 - Fevre, as sickness and travelling are both expensive, and thou knowest he was but a poor lieutenant, with a son to subsist as well as himself out of his pay, that thou didst not make an offer to him of my purse; because, had he stood in need, thou knowest, Trim, he had been as welcome to it as myself.
Page 203 - What could be the matter with me, an' please your honour ? Nothing in the world, Trim, said my uncle Toby, blowing his nose, but that thou art a good-natured fellow. When I gave him the toast, continued the Corporal, I thought it was proper to tell him I was Captain Shandy's servant, and that your honour (though a stranger) was extremely concerned for his father ; and that if there was any thing in your house or cellar, — (And thou mightst have added my purse too, said my uncle Toby), — he was...
Page 206 - The sun looked bright, the morning after, to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids; and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle, when my uncle Toby, who had...
Page 142 - ... tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to •write just now than when I first set out...
Page 177 - Jonathan (for that was the coachman's name), or Shrovetide, or any tide or tune past, to this? Are we not here now, continued the Corporal (striking the end of his stick perpendicularly upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability) ; — and are we not — dropping his hat upon the ground) gone ! in a moment ! — 'Twas infinitely striking!
Page 206 - He will march ; said my uncle Toby, rising up, from the side of the bed, with one shoe off: An' please your honour, said the corporal, he will never march but to his grave : He shall march, cried my uncle Toby, marching the foot which had a shoe on, though without advancing an inch, he shall march to his regiment. He cannot stand it, said the corporal ; He shall be supported, said my uncle Toby; He'll drop at last, said the corporal, and what will become of his boy?
Page 18 - ... twas a taught trick to gain credit of the world for more sense and knowledge than a man was worth; and that, with all its pretensions,— it was no better, but often worse, than what a French wit had long ago defined it,— viz. "A mysterious carriage of the body to cover the defects of the mind";— which definition of gravity, Yorick, with great imprudence, would say, deserved to be wrote in letters of gold.