书城公版The Life of Francis Marion
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第307章 Chapter XXXVII.

Which shews, 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.