Well! dear brother _Toby_, said my father, upon his first seeing him after he fell in love--and how goes it with your ASSE?
Now my uncle _Toby_ thinking more of the _part_ where he had had the blister, than of _Hilarion's_ metaphor--and our preconceptions having (you know) as great a power over the sounds of words as the shapes of things, he had imagined, that my father, who was not very ceremonious in his choice of words, had enquired after the part by its proper name; so notwithstanding my mother, doctor _Slop_, and Mr. _Yorick_, were sitting in the parlour, he thought it rather civil to conform to the term my father had made use of than not. When a man is hemm'd in by two indecorums, and must commit one of 'em --I always observe--let him chuse which he will, the world will blame him--so I should not be astonished if it blames my uncle _Toby_.
My A--e, quoth my uncle _Toby_, is much better--brother _Shandy_ --My father had formed great expectations from his Asse in this onset; and would have brought him on again; but doctor _Slop_ setting up an intemperate laugh--and my mother crying out L-- bless us! --it drove my father's Asse off the field--and the laugh then becoming general--there was no bringing him back to the charge, for some time----
And so the discourse went on without him.
Everybody, said my mother, says you are in love, brother _Toby_, --and we hope it is true.
I am as much in love, sister, I believe, replied my uncle _Toby_, as any man usually is ----Humph! said my father----and when did you know it? quoth my mother----
----When the blister broke; replied my uncle _Toby_.
My uncle _Toby's_ reply put my father into good temper--so he charg'd o' foot.
'Well! dear brother Toby,' said my father, upon first seeing him after he fell in love - 'and how goes it with your Ass?'
Now my uncle Toby, thinking more of the part where he had the blister than of the hermit's metaphor, imagined that my father, who was not very ceremonious in his choice of words, had enquired after the part by its proper name. So although my mother, doctor Slop and Mr. Yorick were sitting in the parlour, he thought it civil to reply using the same term as my father.
'My A__e,' quoth my uncle Toby, 'is much better, brother Shandy.'
My father had formed great expectations from his Ass in this onset; and would have said more, but doctor Slop setting up an intemperate laugh - and my mother crying out, 'L__d bless us!' - it drove my father's Ass off the field - and the laugh then becoming general, there was no bringing him back to the charge for some time.
And so the discourse went on without him.
'Everybody,' said my mother, 'says you are in love, brother Toby, and we hope it is true.'
'I am as much in love, I believe,' replied he, 'as any man usually is.'
'Humph!' said my father.
'And when did you know it?' asked my mother.
'When the blister broke,' replied my uncle Toby.
My uncle Toby's reply put my father into good temper - so he charged on foot.
Book 8 - Chapter 32