A gitating
B ewitching
C onfounded
D evilish affairs of life--the most
E xtravagant
F utilitous
G alligaskinish
H andy-dandyish
I racundulous (there is no K to it) and
L yrical of all human passions: at the same time, the most
M isgiving
N innyhammering
O bstipating
P ragmatical
S tridulous
R idiculous

--though by the bye the R should have gone first--But in short 'tis of
such a nature, as my father once told my uncle Toby upon the close of a
long dissertation upon the subject--'You can scarce,' said he, 'combine
two ideas together upon it, brother Toby, without an hypallage'--What's
that? cried my uncle Toby.

The cart before the horse, replied my father--

--And what is he to do there? cried my uncle Toby.

Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in--or let it alone.

Now widow Wadman, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the
other.

She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to
watch accidents.

Chapter 4.XXXVIII.

The Fates, who certainly all fore-knew of these amours of widow Wadman
and my uncle Toby, had, from the first creation of matter and motion
(and with more courtesy than they usually do things of this kind),
established such a chain of causes and effects hanging so fast to one
another, that it was scarce possible for my uncle Toby to have dwelt in
any other house in the world, or to have occupied any other garden
in Christendom, but the very house and garden which join'd and laid
parallel to Mrs. Wadman's; this, with the advantage of a thickset
arbour in Mrs. Wadman's garden, but planted in the hedge-row of my
uncle Toby's, put all the occasions into her hands which Love-militancy
wanted; she could observe my uncle Toby's motions, and was mistress
likewise of his councils of war; and as his unsuspecting heart had given
leave to the corporal, through the mediation of Bridget, to make her
a wicker-gate of communication to enlarge her walks, it enabled her
to carry on her approaches to the very door of the sentry-box; and
sometimes out of gratitude, to make an attack, and endeavour to blow my
uncle Toby up in the very sentry-box itself.

Chapter 4.XXXIX.

It is a great pity--but 'tis certain from every day's observation of
man, that he may be set on fire like a candle, at either end--provided
there is a sufficient wick standing out; if there is not--there's an
end of the affair; and if there is--by li