XVI + 

вАФUpon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin quite off the back of both my hands with your forceps, cried my uncle TobyвБ†вАФand you have crushвАЩd all my knuckles into the bargain with them to a jelly. вАЩTis your own fault, said Dr.¬†SlopвБ†вЄЇвБ†you should have clinchвАЩd your two fists together into the form of a childвАЩs head as I told you, and sat firm. I did so, answered my uncle Toby.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Then the points of my forceps have not been sufficiently armвАЩd, or the rivet wants closingвБ†вАФor else the cut in my thumb has made me a little awkwardвБ†вАФor possiblyвБ†вАФвАЩTis well, quoth my father, interrupting the detail of possibilitiesвБ†вАФthat the experiment was not first made upon my childвАЩs headpiece.вБ†вЄїIt would not have been a cherrystone the worse, answered Dr.¬†Slop.вБ†вАФI maintain it, said my uncle Toby, it would have broke the cerebellum (unless indeed the skull had been as hard as a granado) and turnвАЩd it all into a perfect posset.вБ†вЄїPshaw! replied Dr.¬†Slop, a childвАЩs head is naturally as soft as the pap of an apple;вБ†вАФthe sutures give wayвБ†вАФand besides, I could have extracted by the feet after.вБ†вАФNot you, said she.вБ†вЄЇвБ†I rather wish you would begin that way, quoth my father. + 

Pray do, added my uncle Toby. + 