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Chapter 49 An eye is for all the world exactly like a cannon, in this respect; That it is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage of the eyeand the carriage of the cannon, by which both the one and the other are enabled to do so much execution. I dont think the comparison a bad one: However, as tis made and placed at the head of the chapter, as much for use as ornament, all I desire in return, is, that whenever I speak of Mrs. Wadmans eyes (except once in the next period), that you keep it in your fancy. I protest, Madam, said my uncle Toby, I can see nothing whatever in your eye. It is not in the white; said Mrs Wadman: my uncle Toby lookd with might and main into the pupil Now of all the eyes which ever were createdfrom your own, Madam, up to those of Venus herself, which certainly were as venereal a pair of eyes as ever stood in a headthere never was an eye of them all, so fitted to rob my uncle Toby of his repose, as the very eye, at which he was lookingit was not, Madam a rolling eyea romping or a wanton onenor was it an eye sparklingpetulant or imperiousof high claims and terrifying exactions, which would have curdled at once that milk of human nature, of which my uncle Toby was made upbut twas an eye full of gentle salutationsand soft responsesspeakingnot like the trumpet stop of some ill-made organ, in which many an eye I talk to, holds coarse conversebut whispering soft- -like the last low accent of an expiring saintHow can you live comfortless, captain Shandy, and alone, without a bosom to lean your head onor trust your cares to? It was an eye But I shall be in love with it myself, if I say another word about it. It did my uncle Tobys business. |
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