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Chapter 25 But softlyfor 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 thats taken, the judgment is surprised by the imagination, I defy, notwithstanding all that has been said upon straight lines (Vid. Vol. III.) in sundry pages of my bookI 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)I 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 unsewd upwithout ever and anon straddling out, or sidling into some bastardly digressionIn Freeze-land, Fog-land, and some other lands I wot ofit may be done But in this clear climate of fantasy and perspiration, where every idea, sensible and insensible, gets ventin this land, my dear Eugeniusin this fertile land of chivalry and romance, where I now sit, unskrewing my ink- horn to write my uncle Tobys amours, and with all the meanders of Julias track in quest of her Diego, in full view of my study windowif thou comest not and takest me by the hand What a work it is likely to turn out! Let us begin it. |
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