With all my precautions, how was my system turned topside-turvy in the womb with my child! his head exposed to the hand of violence, and a pressure of 470 pounds avoirdupois weight acting so perpendicularly upon its apex--that at this hour 'tis ninety _per Cent._ insurance, that the fine net-work of the intellectual web be not rent and torn to a thousand tatters.
----Still we could have done. ----Fool, coxcomb, puppy----give him but a NOSE ----Cripple, Dwarf, Driveller, Goosecap------(shape him as you will) the door of fortune stands open--_O Licetus!_ _Licetus!_ had I been blest with a ftus five inches long and a half, like thee --Fate might have done her worst.
Still, brother _Toby_, there was one cast of the dye left for our child after all--_O Tristram!_ _Tristram!_ _Tristram!_
We will send for Mr. _Yorick_, said my uncle _Toby_.
----You may send for whom you will, replied my father.
- With all my precautions, my system was turned topside-turvy in the womb! his head exposed to the hand of violence, and a pressure of 470 pounds avoirdupois acting so upon its apex - 'tis ninety per cent likely that the fine net-work of the intellectual web was torn to a thousand tatters.
'Still we could have done,' he went on. 'Be he a fool, a cripple - give him but a Nose and the door of fortune stands open. There Fate has done her worst. Yet still, brother Toby, there was one cast of the dice left for our child. O Tristram! Tristram! Tristram!'
'We will send for Mr. Yorick,' said my uncle Toby.
'You may send for whom you will,' replied my father.