Chapter C: H a P. XXXVII

WHICH shews, let your reverences and worships say what you will of it (for as for _thinking_——all who do think—think pretty much alike both upon it and other matters)——Love is certainly, at least alphabetically speaking, one of the most

A gitating

B ewitching

C onfounded

D evilish affairs of life——the most

E xtravagant

F utilitous

G alligaskinish

H andy-dandyish

I racundulous (there is no K to it) and

L yrical of all human passions: at the

same time, the most

M isgiving

N innyhammering

O bstipating

P ragmatical

S tridulous

R idiculous—though by the bye the R should have gone first—But in short ’tis of such a nature, as my father once told my uncle _Toby_ upon the close of a long dissertation upon the subject——“You can scarce,” said he, “combine two ideas together upon it, brother _Toby_, without an hypallage”——What’s that? cried my uncle _Toby._

The cart before the horse, replied my father——

——And what is he to do there? cried my uncle _Toby._

Nothing, quoth my father, but to get in——or let it alone.

Now widow _Wadman_, as I told you before, would do neither the one or the other.

She stood however ready harnessed and caparisoned at all points, to watch accidents.