The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman · Laurence Sterne

Volume IV, Chapter 45

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----But ’tis no marvel, continued the corporal--seeing my uncle Toby musing upon it--for Love, an’ please your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete o’Saturday night,--may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning----It happened so here, an’ please your honour, with this difference only--that it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a sisserara----It burst upon me, an’ please your honour, like a bomb----scarce giving me time to say, “God bless me.”

I thought, Trim, said my uncle Toby, a man never fell in love so very suddenly.

Yes, an’ please your honour, if he is in the way of it----replied Trim._

I prithee, quoth my uncle Toby, inform me how this matter happened.

----With all pleasure, said the corporal, making a bow.

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