XI + 

Now as widow Wadman did love my uncle TobyвБ†вЄЇвБ†and my uncle Toby did not love widow Wadman, there was nothing for widow Wadman to do, but to go on and love my uncle TobyвБ†вЄЇвБ†or let it alone. + 

Widow Wadman would do neither the one or the other. + 

вЄЇвБ†Gracious heaven!вБ†вЄЇвБ†but I forget I am a little of her temper myself; for whenever it so falls out, which it sometimes does about the equinoxes, that an earthly goddess is so much this, and that, and tвАЩother, that I cannot eat my breakfast for herвБ†вЄЇвБ†and that she careth not three halfpence whether I eat my breakfast or noвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вЄЇвБ†Curse on her! and so I send her to Tartary, and from Tartary to Terra del Fuogo, and so on to the devil: in short, there is not an infernal nitch where I do not take her divinityship and stick it. + 

But as the heart is tender, and the passions in these tides ebb and flow ten times in a minute, I instantly bring her back again; and as I do all things in extremes, I place her in the very centre of the milky-wayвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

Brightest of stars! thou wilt shed thy influence upon someoneвБ†вЄї + 

вЄЇвБ†The duce take her and her influence tooвБ†вЄЇвБ†for at that word I lose all patienceвБ†вЄЇвБ†much good may it do him!вБ†вЄЇвБ†By all that is hirsute and gashly! I cry, taking off my furrвАЩd cap, and twisting it round my fingerвБ†вЄЇвБ†I would not give sixpence for a dozen such! + 

вЄЇвБ†But вАЩtis an excellent cap too (putting it upon my head, and pressing it close to my ears)вБ†вАФand warmвБ†вАФand soft; especially if you stroke it the right wayвБ†вАФbut alas! that will never be my luckвБ†вЄЇ(so here my philosophy is shipwreckвАЩd again). + 

вЄЇвБ†No; I shall never have a finger in the pye (so here I break my metaphor)вБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

Crust and Crumb + 

Inside and out + 

Top and bottomвБ†вЄЇвБ†I detest it, I hate it, I repudiate itвБ†вЄЇвБ†IвАЩm sick at the sight of itвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вАЩTis all pepper, + 

garlick, + 

staragen, + 

salt, and + 

devilвАЩs dungвБ†вЄЇвБ†by the great arch-cook of cooks, who does nothing, I think, from morning to night, but sit down by the fireside and invent inflammatory dishes for us, I would not touch it for the worldвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

вЄЇвБ†O Tristram! Tristram! cried Jenny. + 

O Jenny! Jenny! replied I, and so went on with the twelfth chapter. + 