The wretch had theaudacity to cry through the mouth
of one of his characters, Maisvive la joie . To read the bill of fare respectfully
and punctually setforth gives one a sense of repletion.
Shetoo could be taught and improved and scolded
into maturity asStella had been.
Theworld was good enough and the world was big
enough as it was.
Devote your mornings to study, yourevenings to good
society.
Often no letters come and there are no visitors and
nonewspapers. There are many passages of such pure poetry in Sterne.
Totallysenseless with rattlings in his
Throat.
Sterne, unfortunately, thought it necessary to
reply.
She had no memories of the past to solace her.
Sternes eyes were so adjusted that small things often bulkedlarger in them than big.
Custance is brought to bed of yet another baby; there is the firstswallow of the
year. The utmost fluidity exists withthe utmost permanence. Hefailed in the House of
Commons; he subsided into some small post inRatisbon; he died untimely. To read the
bill of fare respectfully and punctually setforth gives one a sense of repletion.
His day thus had to accommodate a jumble of incongruousoccupations. Temperamentally
he was amongthe eaters of meat and not among the drinkers of wine. This change in
the angle of vision was in itself a daringinnovation.
The days were not crowded,but they were enviably
varied. Custance is brought to bed of yet another baby; there is the firstswallow of
the year. The body also ismore present and more real. All thegreat, all the
fastidious, were enchanted. He is never dull; he is never boring; he is
neverslovenly.
But Nancy has an answer to make us, to theeffect
that our past is her present. He worked veryhard in the school of the Graces, but
their service was tooexacting.
This change in the angle of vision was in itself a
daringinnovation. Devote your mornings to study, yourevenings to good
society.
Indeed,he had only been a month or two in England
when some such silenceroused Stellas suspicions.
He is never dull; he is never boring; he is
neverslovenly.
Lord Chesterfield adjures him to respect them both.
Hehas nothing to say of pictures or churches or the misery or well-being of the
countryside.
Indeed, the whole situation was full of difficulty.
He does not unburden his soul in his diary; yet it is no mererecord of engagements
and expenses.
Your delight in old times and old diariesis half
impure. The Graces dominate the life of man in this world. You make up something
that never had anyexistence.
Had he not himself taught herto act what was right,
and not to mind what the world said?