XIII

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XIII

Which shows, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for as for thinkingвБ†вЄЇвБ†all who do thinkвБ†вАФthink pretty much alike both upon it and other matters)вБ†вЄЇвБ†Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of the most

Agitating

Bewitching

Confounded

Devilish affairs of lifeвБ†вАФthe most

Extravagant

Futilitous

Galligaskinish

Handy-dandyish

Iracundulous (there is no K to it) and

Lyrical of all human passions: at the same time, the most

Misgiving

Ninnyhammering

Obstipating

Pragmatical

Stridulous

RidiculousвБ†вАФthough by the by the R should have gone firstвБ†вАФBut in short вАЩtis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle Toby upon the close of a long dissertation upon the subjectвБ†вЄЇвАЬYou can scarce,вАЭ said he, вАЬcombine two ideas together upon it, brother Toby, without an hypallageвАЭвБ†вЄЇвБ†WhatвАЩs that? cried my uncle Toby.

The cart before the horse, replied my fatherвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вЄЇвБ†And what is he to do there? cried my uncle TobyвБ†вЄЇвБ†

Nothing, quoth my father, but to get inвБ†вЄЇвБ†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.