XXIII + 

вАФBut can the thing be undone, Yorick? said my fatherвБ†вАФfor in my opinion, continued he, it cannot. I am a vile canonist, replied YorickвБ†вАФbut of all evils, holding suspense to be the most tormenting, we shall at least know the worst of this matter. I hate these great dinnersвБ†вЄЇвБ†said my fatherвБ†вАФThe size of the dinner is not the point, answered YorickвБ†вЄЇвБ†we want, Mr.¬†Shandy, to dive into the bottom of this doubt, whether the name can be changed or notвБ†вАФand as the beards of so many commissaries, officials, advocates, proctors, registers, and of the most eminent of our school-divines, and others, are all to meet in the middle of one table, and Didius has so pressingly invited youвБ†вАФwho in your distress would miss such an occasion? All that is requisite, continued Yorick, is to apprize Didius, and let him manage a conversation after dinner so as to introduce the subject.вБ†вАФThen my brother Toby, cried my father, clapping his two hands together, shall go with us. + 

вЄЇвБ†Let my old tye-wig, quoth my uncle Toby, and my laced regimentals, be hung to the fire all night, Trim. + 