Date: 1760-7
"[T]here is a regular succession of ideas of one sort or other, which follow each other in train just like--A train of artillery? said my uncle Toby."
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Date: 1760-7
Ideas "follow and succeed one another in our minds at certain distances, just like the images in the inside of a lanthorn turned round by the heat of a candle."
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Date: 1760-7
"I declare, quoth my uncle Toby, mine [ideas] are like a smoak-jack."
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Date: 1760-7
"What a conjuncture was here lost! ... my uncle Toby in one of the finest dispositions for it in the world;--his head like a smoak-jack;--the funnel unswept, and the ideas whirling round and round about in it, all obfuscated and darkened over with fuliginous matter!"
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Date: 1760-7
"As for my uncle Toby, his smoak-jack had not made a dozen revolutions, before he fell asleep also. "
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"I call not upon that heart which is a stranger to the throbs and yearnings of curiosity"
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Date: 1760-7
"There are others again, who will draw a man's character from no other helps in the world, but merely from his evacuations; --but this often gives a very incorrect out-line,--unless, indeed, you take a sketch of his repletions too; and by correcting one drawing from the other, compound one good ...
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"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."
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Date: 1760-7
"[T]his identical bowling-green instantly presented itself, and became curiously painted, all at once, upon the retina of my uncle Toby's fancy"
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Date: 1760-7
"Whether Susannah, by taking her hand too suddenly from off the corporal's shoulder, (by the whisking about of her passions)--broke a little the chain of his reflections--"
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