CHAPTER XIII

Which shows, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for as for _thinking_----all who do think--think pretty much alike both upon it and other matters) ----Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of the most

A gitating B ewitching C onfounded D evilish affairs of life--the most E xtravagant F utilitous G alligaskinish H andy-dandyish I racundulous (there is no K to it) and L yrical of all human passions: at the same time, the most M isgiving N innyhammering O bstipating P ragmatical S tridulous R idiculous--though by the bye the R should have gone first --But in short ’tis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle _Toby_ upon the close of a long dissertation upon the subject---- “You can scarce,” said he, “combine two ideas together upon it, brother _Toby_, without an hypallage” ----What’s that? cried my uncle _Toby_.

The cart before the horse, replied my father----

----And what is he to do there? cried my uncle _Toby_----

Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in----or let it alone.

Now widow _Wadman_, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the other.

She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to watch accidents.

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