Letters of the Late Rev. Mr. Laurence Sterne, to His Most Intimate Friends: With a Fragment in the Manner of Rabelais. To which are Prefix'd, Memoirs of His Life and Family, Том 1T. Becket, 1775 - 179 стор. |
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The Letters of the Late Rev. Mr. Laurence Sterne, to His Most ..., Том 1 Laurence Sterne Повний перегляд - 1776 |
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Сторінка 73 - If my enemies knew, that by this rage of abuse and ill-will, they were effectually serving the interests both of myself and works, they would be more quiet — but it has been the fate of my betters, who have found, that the way to fame, is like the way to heaven — through much tribulation...
Сторінка 15 - He was, in his temper, somewhat rapid and hasty, but of a kindly sweet disposition, void of all design ; and so innocent in his own intentions that he suspected no one ; so that you might, have cheated him ten times in a day, if nine had not been sufficient for your purpose.
Сторінка 67 - One half of the town abuse my book as bitterly as the other half cry it up to the skies : — the best is, they abuse and buy it, and at such a rate, that we are going on with a second edition as fast as possible.
Сторінка 9 - It was in this parish, during our stay, that I had that wonderful escape in falling through a mill-race whilst the mill was going, and of being taken up unhurt : the story is incredible, but known for truth in all that part of Ireland, where hundreds of the common people flocked to see me.
Сторінка 32 - One solitary plate, one knife, one fork, one glass ! — I gave a thousand pensive, penetrating looks at the chair thou hadst so often graced, in those quiet and sentimental repasts — then laid down my knife and fork, and took out my handkerchief, and clapped it across my face, and wept like a child.
Сторінка 18 - My uncle and myself were then upon very good terms, for he soon got me the prebendary of York ; but he quarrelled with me afterwards, because I would not write paragraphs in the newspapers ; — though he was a party-man, I was not, and detested such dirty work, thinking it beneath me. From that period he became my bitterest enemy.
Сторінка 1 - My birth-day was ominous to my poor father, who was, the day after our arrival with many other brave officers broke, and sent adrift into the wide world with a wife and two children...
Сторінка 15 - Halifax till about the latter end of that year, and cannot omit mentioning this anecdote of myself and schoolmaster : — He had the ceiling of the schoolroom new white-washed; the ladder remained there. I, one unlucky day, mounted it, and wrote with a brush, in large capital letters, LAU. STERNE, for which the usher severely whipped me.
Сторінка 16 - ... had the ceiling of the school-room new white-washed ; the ladder remained there. I, one unlucky day, mounted it, and wrote with a brush, in large capital letters, LAU. STERNE, for which the usher severely whipped me. My master was very much hurt at this, and said, before me, that never should that name be effaced, for I was a boy of genius, and he was sure I should come to preferment.
Сторінка 27 - ... draught. — The gloomy family of care and distrust shall be banished from our dwelling, guarded by thy kind and tutelar...