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And if Sterne had pretended to play with this tragic tale, he would have given us the married life of Juliet's parents, with all the humorous whims of old Capulet; and after unending digressions the author might die himself before his heroine was fairly out of the arms of the nurse. To declare how Dickens might have presented the same theme is not difficult.
Sterne, who took the watch from four to six, and then went below to hug himself with delight at the prospect of being virtually employed by a rich man like Mr. Van Wyk. He could not see how any hitch could occur now. He did not seem able to get over the feeling of being "fixed up at last." From six to eight, in the course of duty, the Serang looked alone after the ship.
Which is the more honourable? to crouch for a salary brought by the hand of the first valet-de-chambre, or to exult in the tribute offered by the public to an author? Cervantes is immortal Rabelais and STERNE have passed away to the curious. These fraternal geniuses alike chose their subjects from their own times.
With such seriousness and severity had his correspondent dwelt upon this adage, that "at length," writes Sterne, "you have made me as serious and as severe as yourself; but, that the humours you have stirred up might not work too potently within me, I have waited four days to cool myself before I could set pen to paper to answer you."
It is to this greater power this control over a greater instinct than the human love of joy, that Cervantes owes his greatness; and it will be found, though it may seem at first a hard saying, that Sterne shares this power with Cervantes. To pass from Quixote and Sancho to Walter and Toby Shandy involves, of course, a startling change of dramatic key a notable lowering of dramatic tone.
But if Flaubert is really the Continental emancipator of the novel from the restrictions of form, the master to whom we of the English persuasion, we of the discursive school, must for ever recur is he, whom I will maintain against all comers to be the subtlest and greatest artist I lay stress upon that word artist that Great Britain has ever produced in all that is essentially the novel, Laurence Sterne....
Van Wyk put his hands in his pockets, and, straddling his legs, stared down at a black panther skin lying on the floor before a rocking-chair. "It looks as if the fellow had not the pluck to play his own precious game openly," he thought. This was true enough. In the face of Massy's last rebuff Sterne dared not declare his knowledge.
The volumes, however, which earned "the fellow" this Episcopal benediction were not given to the world till the next year. At the end of May or beginning of June, 1760, Sterne went to his new home at Coxwold, and his letters soon begin to show him to us at work upon further records of Mr. Shandy's philosophical theory-spinning and the simpler pursuits of his excellent brother.
Only three weeks after its publication, on March 18, 1768, Sterne died alone in his London lodgings. Spite of all that marred his genius, his work has lived and wil1 live, if only for the exquisite literary art which ever made great things out of little. Laurence Sterne A Mystery with a Moral Parisian Experience of Parson Yorick, on his "Sentimental Journey"
Of course! and there is your riddle solved. 'No doubt, so far as Amy and I are concerned, said Pendle, gloomily, 'but so late a ceremony will not make my children legitimate. In England, marriage is not a retrospective act. 'They manage these things better in France, opined Graham, in the manner of Sterne; 'there a man can legitimise his children born out of wedlock if he so chooses.
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