----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.
'But 'tis no marvel,' continued the corporal, seeing my uncle Toby musing - 'for Love, your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, even though he has escaped three weeks by Saturday night, may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning. It happened so here, only it was on Sunday afternoon when I fell in love all at once - it burst upon me, your honour, like a bomb - scarce giving me time to say, "God bless me."'
'I thought,' said my uncle, 'a man never fell in love so suddenly. I prithee, tell me how this happened.'
'With pleasure,' said the corporal, bowing.
Book 8 - Chapter 21