ethod of book-keeping,
at least with the disasters of life--making a penny of every one of 'em
as they happen to me--
--Do, my dear Jenny, tell the world for me, how I behaved under one, the
most oppressive of its kind, which could befal me as a man, proud as he
ought to be of his manhood--
'Tis enough, saidst thou, coming close up to me, as I stood with my
garters in my hand, reflecting upon what had not pass'd--'Tis enough,
Tristram, and I am satisfied, saidst thou, whispering these words in my
ear,.......... .........;--.........--any other man would have sunk down
to the centre--
--Every thing is good for something, quoth I.
--I'll go into Wales for six weeks, and drink goat's whey--and I'll
gain seven years longer life for the accident. For which reason I think
myself inexcusable, for blaming Fortune so often as I have done, for
pelting me all my life long, like an ungracious duchess, as I call'd
her, with so many small evils: surely, if I have any cause to be angry
with her, 'tis that she has not sent me great ones--a score of good
cursed, bouncing losses, would have been as good as a pension to me.
--One of a hundred a year, or so, is all I wish--I would not be at the
plague of paying land-tax for a larger.
Chapter 4.XI.
To those who call vexations, Vexations, as knowing what they are, there
could not be a greater, than to be the best part of a day at Lyons,
the most opulent and flourishing city in France, enriched with the most
fragments of antiquity--and not be able to see it. To be withheld upon
any account, must be a vexation; but to be withheld by a vexation--must
certainly be, what philosophy justly calls Vexation upon Vexation.
I had got my two dishes of milk coffee (which by the bye is excellently
good for a consumption, but you must boil the milk and coffee
together--otherwise 'tis only coffee and milk)--and as it was no more
than eight in the morning, and the boat did not go off till noon, I had
time to see enough of Lyons to tire the patience of all the friends I
had in the world with it. I will take a walk to the cathedral, said I,
looking at my list, and see the wonderful mechanism of this great clock
of Lippius of Basil, in the first place--
Now, of all things in the world, I understand the least of mechanism--I
have neither genius, or taste, or fancy--and have a brain so entirely
unapt for every thing of that kind, that I solemnly declare I was never
yet able to comprehend t
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