A Sentimental Journey Through France and ItalyCosimo, 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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... replied , to accept of the box and all , and when you take a pinch out of it , sometimes recollect it was the peace - offering of a man who once used you unkindly , but not from his heart . The poor monk blush'd as red as scarlet . Mon ...
... replied , to accept of the box and all , and when you take a pinch out of it , sometimes recollect it was the peace - offering of a man who once used you unkindly , but not from his heart . The poor monk blush'd as red as scarlet . Mon ...
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... replied . Then Madame must have come through Flanders - Apparemment vous êtes Flammande ? said the French captain . The lady answered , she was . Peut - être de Lisle ? added he . She said , she was not of Lisle . Nor Arras ? Nor Cam ...
... replied . Then Madame must have come through Flanders - Apparemment vous êtes Flammande ? said the French captain . The lady answered , she was . Peut - être de Lisle ? added he . She said , she was not of Lisle . Nor Arras ? Nor Cam ...
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... replied the lady . It is supposed so at least , and how it has come to pass , continued I , I know not : but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love , and making it better than any other nation upon earth ; but ...
... replied the lady . It is supposed so at least , and how it has come to pass , continued I , I know not : but they have certainly got the credit of understanding more of love , and making it better than any other nation upon earth ; but ...
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... ' Tis nothing but a huge cockpit , 1 said he . I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis , replied I , for in passing 1 Vide S's Travels . through Florence , I had heard he had fallen foul A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY 33.
... ' Tis nothing but a huge cockpit , 1 said he . I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis , replied I , for in passing 1 Vide S's Travels . through Florence , I had heard he had fallen foul A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY 33.
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... replied the Marquis . It is H- -the historian , said another . Tant mieux , said the Marquis . And Mr. H , who is a man of an excellent heart , return'd thanks for both . When the landlord had set me right in this matter , he called in ...
... replied the Marquis . It is H- -the historian , said another . Tant mieux , said the Marquis . And Mr. H , who is a man of an excellent heart , return'd thanks for both . When the landlord had set me right in this matter , he called in ...
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THE JOURNAL TO ELIZA | 154 |
LETTERS TO ELIZA | 224 |
THE HISTORY OF A GOOD WARM WATCHCOAT | 247 |
MISCELLANEOUS LETTERS | 267 |
LETTER TO MR FOLEY AT PARIS | 275 |
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adieu Archbishop of York begg'd betwixt bidet breeches CALAIS chaise Count Coxwould Crasy dear Bramine dear Eliza dear Girl Dessein dine door eyes feel fille de chambre Fleur France French give half hand happiness head heart Heaven honour hope hour Ignatius Sancho JOURNAL TO ELIZA journey kind La Fleur lady LAURENCE STERNE letter live look look'd Lord louis d'ors Madame matter mind Mons Monsieur morning NAMPONT nature never night numbers Opera comique Paris parson pass'd pity pocket poor portmanteau postillion Remise replied sentimental Sentimental Journey Shandy Skelton Castle Smelfungus soul spirit Sterne story suffer sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thy Bramin told took Traveller Trim Tristram Shandy truth turn twas walk'd whilst whole wife wish woman word write wrote Yorick
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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 xv - 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.
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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