II
It is with love as with cuckoldomвБ†вЄЇвБ†
But now I am talking of beginning a book, and have long had a thing upon my mind to be imparted to the reader, which, if not imparted now, can never be imparted to him as long as I live (whereas the comparison may be imparted to him any hour in the day)вБ†вЄЇвБ†IвАЩll just mention it, and begin in good earnest.
The thing is this.
That of all the several ways of beginning a book which are now in practice throughout the known world, I am confident my own way of doing it is the bestвБ†вЄЇвБ†IвАЩm sure it is the most religiousвБ†вЄЇвБ†for I begin with writing the first sentenceвБ†вЄЇвБ†and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
вАЩTwould cure an author forever of the fuss and folly of opening his street-door, and calling in his neighbours and friends, and kinsfolk, with the devil and all his imps, with their hammers and engines, etc., only to observe how one sentence of mine follows another, and how the plan follows the whole.
I wish you saw me half starting out of my chair, with what confidence, as I grasp the elbow of it, I look upвБ†вЄЇвБ†catching the idea, even sometimes before it halfway reaches meвБ†вЄЇвБ†
I believe in my conscience I intercept many a thought which heaven intended for another man.
Pope and his Portrait are fools to meвБ†вЄЇвБ†no martyr is ever so full of faith or fireвБ†вЄЇвБ†I wish I could say of good works tooвБ†вЄЇвБ†but I have no
Zeal or AngerвБ†вЄЇвБ†or
Anger or ZealвБ†вЄЇвБ†
And till gods and men agree together to call it by the same nameвБ†вЄЇвБ†the errantest Tartuffe, in scienceвБ†вАФin politicsвБ†вАФor in religion, shall never kindle a spark within me, or have a worse word, or a more unkind greeting, than what he will read in the next chapter.