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вЄЇвБ†But softlyвБ†вЄЇвБ†for in these sportive plains, and under this genial sun, where at this instant all flesh is running out piping, fiddling, and dancing to the vintage, and every step thatвАЩs taken, the judgment is surprised by the imagination, I defy, notwithstanding all that has been said upon straight lines in sundry pages of my bookвБ†вАФI defy the best cabbage planter that ever existed, whether he plants backwards or forwards, it makes little difference in the account (except that he will have more to answer for in the one case than in the other)вБ†вАФI defy him to go on coolly, critically, and canonically, planting his cabbages one by one, in straight lines, and stoical distances, especially if slits in petticoats are unsewвАЩd upвБ†вАФwithout ever and anon straddling out, or sidling into some bastardly digressionвБ†вЄЇвБ†In Freeze-land, Fog-land, and some other lands I wot ofвБ†вАФit may be doneвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

But in this clear climate of fantasy and perspiration, where every idea, sensible and insensible, gets ventвБ†вАФin this land, my dear EugeniusвБ†вАФin this fertile land of chivalry and romance, where I now sit, unskrewing my ink-horn to write my uncle TobyвАЩs amours, and with all the meanders of JuliaвАЩs track in quest of her Diego, in full view of my study windowвБ†вАФif thou comest not and takest me by the handвБ†вЄЇвБ† + 

What a work it is likely to turn out! + 

Let us begin it. + 