A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyAlan Rodgers Books LLC, 2005 - 108 Seiten
CALAIS When I had fished my dinner, and drank the King of France's health, to satisfy my mind that I bore him no spleen, but, on the contrary, high honor for the humanity of his temper, -- I rose up an inch taller for the accommodation. -- No -- said I -- the Bourbon is by no means a cruel race: they may be misled, like other people; but there is a mildness in their blood. As I acknowledged this, I felt a suffusion of a finer kind upon my cheek -- more warm and friendly to man, than what Burgundy (at least of two livres a bottle, which was such as I had been drinking) could have produced. -- Just God! said I, kicking my portmanteau aside, what is there in this world's goods which should sharpen our spirits, and make so many kind-hearted brethren of us fall out so cruelly as we do by the way? |
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... Eugenius , thou hadst passed by , and beheld me sitting in my black coat , and in my lack - a - day - sical manner , counting the throbs of it , one by one , with as much true devotion as if I had been watching the critical ebb or flow ...
... Eugenius ? - -- And as for the Bastille ; the terror is in the word . - Make the most of it you can , said I to myself , the Bastille is but another word for a tower ; - and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of ...
... Eugenius ; - then I took it up again , and embroiled my patience with it afresh ; - and then to cure that , I wrote a letter to Eliza . - Still it kept hold of me ; and the LAURENCE STERNE 83 THE FRAGMENT. PARIS. ...