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Chapter 7 What a tract of country have I run!how many degrees nearer to the warm sun am I advanced, and how many fair and goodly cities have I seen, during the time you have been reading and reflecting, Madam, upon this story! Theres Fontainbleau, and Sens, and Joigny, and Auxerre, and Dijon the capital of Burgundy, and Challon, and Macon the capital of the Maconese, and a score more upon the road to Lyonsand now I have run them overI might as well talk to you of so many market towns in the moon, as tell you one word about them: it will be this chapter at the least, if not both this and the next entirely lost, do what I will Why, tis a strange story! Tristram. Alas! Madam, had it been upon some melancholy lecture of the crossthe peace of meekness, or the contentment of resignationI had not been incommoded: or had I thought of writing it upon the purer abstractions of the soul, and that food of wisdom and holiness and contemplation, upon which the spirit of man (when separated from the body) is to subsist for everYou would have come with a better appetite from it I wish I never had wrote it: but as I never blot any thing outlet us use some honest means to get it out of our heads directly. Pray reach me my fools capI fear you sit upon it, Madamtis under the cushionIll put it on Bless me! you have had it upon your head this half hour.There then let it stay, with a and a fa-ri diddle d and a high-dumdye-dum fiddle. . .dumb-c. And now, Madam, we may venture, I hope a little to go on. |
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