XXXVII + 

вЄЇвАЩTwill come out of itself by and bye.вБ†вЄЇвБ†All I contend for is, that I am not obliged to set out with a definition of what love is; and so long as I can go on with my story intelligibly, with the help of the word itself, without any other idea to it, than what I have in common with the rest of the world, why should I differ from it a moment before the time?вБ†вЄЇвБ†When I can get on no further,вБ†вЄЇвБ†and find myself entangled on all sides of this mystic labyrinth,вБ†вАФmy Opinion will then come in, in course,вБ†вАФand lead me out. + 

At present, I hope I shall be sufficiently understood, in telling the reader, my uncle Toby fell in love: + 

вАФNot that the phrase is at all to my liking: for to say a man is fallen in love,вБ†вАФor that he is deeply in love,вБ†вАФor up to the ears in love,вБ†вАФand sometimes even over head and ears in it,вБ†вАФcarries an idiomatical kind of implication, that love is a thing below a man:вБ†вАФthis is recurring again to PlatoвАЩs opinion, which, with all his divinityship,вБ†вАФI hold to be damnable and heretical:вБ†вАФand so much for that. + 

Let love therefore be what it will,вБ†вАФmy uncle Toby fell into it. + 

вЄЇвБ†And possibly, gentle reader, with such a temptationвБ†вАФso wouldst thou: For never did thy eyes behold, or thy concupiscence covet anything in this world, more concupiscible than widow Wadman. + 