Heavens! thou art a strange creature, _Slawkenbergius!_ what a whimsical view of the involutions of the heart of woman hast thou opened! how this can ever be translated, and yet if this specimen of _Slawkenbergius's_ tales, and the exquisitiveness of his moral, should please the world--translated shall a couple of volumes be. ------Else, how this can ever be translated into good _English_, I have no sort of conception. --There seems in some passages to want a sixth sense to do it rightly. ----What can he mean by the lambent pupilability of slow, low, dry chat, five notes below the natural tone----which you know, madam, is little more than a whisper? The moment I pronounced the words, I could perceive an attempt towards a vibration in the strings, about the region of the heart. ------The brain made no acknowledgment. ----There's often no good understanding betwixt 'em --I felt as if I understood it. ----I had no ideas. 
Heavens! thou art a strange creature, Slawkenbergius! what a whimsical view of the heart of woman hast thou opened! How this can ever be translated into good English, I have no idea. There seems a sixth sense needed to do it rightly. What can he mean by 'the lambent pupilability of slow, low, dry chat, five notes below the natural tone' - which you know, madam, is little more than a whisper?
The moment I pronounced the words, I felt something like a vibration in the heart-strings. - The brain made no acknowledgment. There's often no good understanding betwixt 'em. 