no.

The different weight, dear Sir--nay even the different package of two
vexations of the same weight--makes a very wide difference in our manner
of bearing and getting through with them.--It is not half an hour ago,
when (in the great hurry and precipitation of a poor devil's writing
for daily bread) I threw a fair sheet, which I had just finished, and
carefully wrote out, slap into the fire, instead of the foul one.

Instantly I snatch'd off my wig, and threw it perpendicularly, with all
imaginable violence, up to the top of the room--indeed I caught it as it
fell--but there was an end of the matter; nor do I think any think else
in Nature would have given such immediate ease: She, dear Goddess, by an
instantaneous impulse, in all provoking cases, determines us to a sally
of this or that member--or else she thrusts us into this or that place,
or posture of body, we know not why--But mark, madam, we live amongst
riddles and mysteries--the most obvious things, which come in our way,
have dark sides, which the quickest sight cannot penetrate into; and
even the clearest and most exalted understandings amongst us find
ourselves puzzled and at a loss in almost every cranny of nature's
works: so that this, like a thousand other things, falls out for us in
a way, which tho' we cannot reason upon it--yet we find the good of it,
may it please your reverences and your worships--and that's enough for
us.

Now, my father could not lie down with this affliction for his life--nor
could he carry it up stairs like the other--he walked composedly out
with it to the fish-pond.

Had my father leaned his head upon his hand, and reasoned an hour which
way to have gone--reason, with all her force, could not have directed
him to any think like it: there is something, Sir, in fish-ponds--but
what it is, I leave to system-builders and fish-pond-diggers betwixt
'em to find out--but there is something, under the first disorderly
transport of the humours, so unaccountably becalming in an orderly and a
sober walk towards one of them, that I have often wondered that neither
Pythagoras, nor Plato, nor Solon, nor Lycurgus, nor Mahomet, nor any one
of your noted lawgivers, ever gave order about them.

Chapter 2.LIII.

Your honour, said Trim, shutting the parlour-door before he began to
speak, has heard, I imagine, of this unlucky accident--O yes, Trim, said
my uncle Toby, and it gives me great concern.--I am heartily concerned
too, but I