A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy
Cosimo, Inc., 01.11.2005 - 324 Seiten
The crimson window-curtains... were drawn close; the sun was setting, and reflected through them so warm a tint into the fair fille de chambre's face, I thought she blush'd-the idea of it made me blush myself. We were quite alone; and that super-induced a second blush before the first could get off.-from "The Temptation"Laurence Sterne's revolutionary novel The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman (1760-1767) plays with time, space, narrative conceits, and the very concept of the novel itself-it has dramatically affected the course of English-language fiction in the centuries since, with works from writers such as James Joyce and Thomas Pynchon showing his influence. A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy (1768) is the thematic sequel, a tale of a minor character from Shandy that is its own frolic of experimental fiction. Though less well known than its celebrated predecessor, this is an equally startling and frantically imaginative work from a writer some consider a comic genius.This edition also features the collection The Journal to Eliza, Sterne's impishly coy diary of a separation from his mistress, as well as numerous letters Sterne wrote to a variety of correspondents, including his wife.Irish clergyman LAURENCE STERNE (1713 -1768) also wrote the satire A Political Romance (1759) and published volumes of his sermons.
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Seite 90 - ... laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there ; he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down, shook his head and went on with his work of affliction.
Seite 144 - Eternal fountain of our feelings ! 'tis here I trace thee*, and this is thy "divinity which stirs witMn me"; not that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" — mere pomp of words! — but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself; all comes from thee, great, great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation.
Seite 72 - And I made six efforts, replied she, to let you enter. — I wish to heaven you would make a seventh, said I. — With all my heart, said she, making room.
Seite 34 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, Tis all barren — and so it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
Seite 89 - Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till nature herself shall change : no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron.
Seite 141 - She had superadded likewise to her jacket, a pale green ribband, which fell across her shoulder to the waist ; at the end of which hung her pipe. Her goat had been as faithless as her lover ; and she had got a little dog in lieu of him, which she had kept tied by a string to her girdle. As I looked at her dog, she drew him towards her with the string. Thou shalt not leave me, Sylvio, said she.
Seite 55 - Eternal Fountain of Happiness ! said I, kneeling down upon the ground, — be thou my witness, — and every pure spirit which tastes it, be my witness also, That I would not travel to Brussels, unless Eliza went along with me, did the road lead me towards Heaven ! In transports of this kind, the heart, in spite of the understanding, will always say too much.
Seite 88 - ... the door : it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces. I took both hands to it. The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient. I fear, poor creature, said I, I cannot set thee at liberty. "No," said the starling; "I can't get out, I can't get out,
Seite 107 - Surely this is not walking in a. vain shadow, nor does man disquiet himself in vain by it — he of tener does so in trusting the issue of his commotions to reason only. I can safely say for myself, I was never able to conquer any one single bad sensation in my heart so decisively, as by beating up as fast as I could for some kindly and gentle sensation to fight it upon its own ground.
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