—’My sister, mayhap,’ quoth my uncle Toby, ‘does not choose to let a man come so near her….’ Make this dash,—’tis an Aposiopesis,—Take the dash away, and write Backside,—’tis Bawdy.—Scratch Backside out, and put Cover’d way in, ‘tis a Metaphor;—and, I dare say, as fortification ran so much in my uncle Toby’s head, that if he had been left to have added one word to the sentence,—that word was it.
Completed 12 June
I was unfair to this book. It was charming, witty, erudite and highly entertaining. Yes, it was quite long and I tired a bit in the middle, but that was work’s rather than the book’s fault. Written between 1759 and 1767, which is amazing, really.
I really should read Don Quixote soon.