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g the militiating spirits of my country--the wound upon his groin, is a wound to every comparison of that kind--nor by Trim--that I meant the duke of Ormond--or that my book is wrote against predestination, or free-will, or taxes--If 'tis wrote against any thing,--'tis wrote, an' please your worships, against the spleen! in order, by a more frequent and a more convulsive elevation and depression of the diaphragm, and the succussations of the intercostal and abdominal muscles in laughter, to drive the gall and other bitter juices from the gall-bladder, liver, and sweet-bread of his majesty's subjects, with all the inimicitious passions which belong to them, down into their duodenums. Chapter 2.LVIII. --But can the thing be undone, Yorick? said my father--for in my opinion, continued he, it cannot. I am a vile canonist, replied Yorick--but of all evils, holding suspence to be the most tormenting, we shall at least know the worst of this matter. I hate these great dinners--said my father--The size of the dinner is not the point, answered Yorick--we want, Mr. Shandy, to dive into the bottom of this doubt, whether the name can be changed or not--and as the beards of so many commissaries, officials, advocates, proctors, registers, and of the most eminent of our school-divines, and others, are all to meet in the middle of one table, and Didius has so pressingly invited you--who in your distress would miss such an occasion? All that is requisite, continued Yorick, is to apprize Didius, and let him manage a conversation after dinner so as to introduce the subject.--Then my brother Toby, cried my father, clapping his two hands together, shall go with us. --Let my old tye-wig, quoth my uncle Toby, and my laced regimentals, be hung to the fire all night, Trim. (page numbering skips ten pages) Chapter 2.LX. --No doubt, Sir,--there is a whole chapter wanting here--and a chasm of ten pages made in the book by it--but the book-binder is neither a fool, or a knave, or a puppy--nor is the book a jot more imperfect (at least upon that score)--but, on the contrary, the book is more perfect and complete by wanting the chapter, than having it, as I shall demonstrate to your reverences in this manner.--I question first, by-the-bye, whether the same experiment might not be made as successfully upon sundry other chapters--but there is no end, an' please your reverences, in trying experiments upon chapters--we have had enou
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