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Updated: June 11, 2025
Now, because I have once or twice said, in my inconsiderate way of talking, That I was confident the following memoirs of my uncle Toby's courtship of widow Wadman, whenever I got time to write them, would turn out one of the most complete systems, both of the elementary and practical part of love and love-making, that ever was addressed to the world are you to imagine from thence, that I shall set out with a description of what love is? whether part God and part Devil, as Plotinus will have it
The hypothesis, like the rest of my father's, was plausible enough, and my uncle Toby had but a single word to object to it in which Trim stood ready to second him but my father had not drawn his conclusion Wadman affects my brother Toby and my brother Toby contrariwise affects Mrs.
Wadman, you will readily conceive to be of different kinds; varying from each other, like the attacks which history is full of, and from the same reasons.
She wanted not encouragement: a child might have look'd into his hand there was such a plainness and simplicity in his playing out what trumps he had with such an unmistrusting ignorance of the ten-ace and so naked and defenceless did he sit upon the same sopha with widow Wadman, that a generous heart would have wept to have won the game of him. Let us drop the metaphor.
Wadman, by a manoeuvre as quick as thought, would as certainly place her's close beside it; this at once opened a communication, large enough for any sentiment to pass or re-pass, which a person skill'd in the elementary and practical part of love-making, has occasion for Thine, dear uncle Toby! was never now in 'ts right place Mrs.
Wadman in the parlour, to the right I'll attack Mrs. Bridget in the kitchen, to the left; and having seiz'd the pass, I'll answer for it, said the corporal, snapping his fingers over his head that the day is our own. I wish I may but manage it right; said my uncle Toby but I declare, corporal, I had rather march up to the very edge of a trench A woman is quite a different thing said the corporal.
It is to the whole ignorant troop of our predestined, of our legions of snivelers, of smokers, of snuff-takers, of old and captious men that Sterne addressed, in Tristram Shandy, the letter written by Walter Shandy to his brother Toby, when this last proposed to marry the widow Wadman.
Wadman gave a slight glance towards the waistband of my uncle Toby's red plush breeches, expecting naturally, as the shortest reply to it, that my uncle Toby would lay his fore-finger upon the place It fell out otherwise for my uncle Toby having got his wound before the gate of St. Nicolas, in one of the traverses of the trench opposite to the salient angle of the demibastion of St.
That was very odd, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby. I think so too said Mrs. Wadman. It never did, said the corporal.
Uncle Toby is ever delightful, even when his brother is not near him as his foil; the faithful Corporal brings out another side of his character, upon which we linger with equal pleasure of contemplation; the allurements of the Widow Wadman reveal him to us in yet another but always in a captivating aspect.
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