The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Band 3

R. and J. Dodsley, 1761 - 220 Seiten

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Seite 60 - I would go fifty miles on foot, for I have not a horse worth riding on, to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands — be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
Seite 13 - They are but two faces of the same coin; or rather 'a man's body and his mind, with the utmost reverence to both I speak it, are exactly like a jerkin, and a jerkin's lining; rumple the one - you rumple the other.
Seite 59 - tis out, my Lord, in every one of its dimensions. Admirable connoisseur! And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back? 'Tis a melancholy daub! my Lord; not one principle of the pyramid in any one group!
Seite 60 - Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
Seite 168 - I tell you before-hand, you had better throw down the book at once; for without much reading, by which your reverence knows I mean much knowledge, you will no more be able to penetrate the moral of the next marbled page...
Seite 43 - May the holy and eternal Virgin Mary, mother of God, curse him. May St. Michael, the advocate of holy souls, curse him. May all the angels and archangels, principalities and powers, and all the heavenly armies, curse him.
Seite 142 - ... out beyond the valance, — his right leg (his left being drawn up towards his body) hung half over the side of the bed, the edge of it pressing upon his shinbone. He felt it not. A fix'd, inflexible sorrow took possession of every line of his face. — He sigh'd once, — heaved his breast often, — but uttered not a word.
Seite 57 - Guinea; their heads, Sir, are stuck so full of rules and compasses, and have that eternal propensity to apply them upon all occasions, that a work of genius had better go to the devil at once, than stand to be prick'd and tortured to death by 'em.
Seite 59 - tis out of all plumb, my lord, quite an irregular thing — not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle — I had my rule and compasses, &c., my lord, in my pocket.

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