What a chapter of chances, said my father, turning himself about upon the first landing, as he and my uncle _Toby_ were going downstairs--what a long chapter of chances do the events of this world lay open to us! Take pen and ink in hand, brother _Toby_, and calculate it fairly ----I know no more of calculation than this balluster, said my uncle _Toby_ (striking short of it with his crutch, and hitting my father a desperate blow souse upon his shin-bone)----'Twas a hundred to one--cried my uncle _Toby_ --I thought, quoth my father (rubbing his shin), you had known nothing of calculations, brother _Toby_. 'Tis a mere chance, said my uncle _Toby_. ------Then it adds one to the chapter----replied my father.

'What a chapter of chances,' said my father, turning on the first landing, as he and my uncle Toby were going downstairs - 'what a long chapter of chances do the events of this world lay open to us! Take pen in hand, brother Toby, and calculate it.'
'I know no more of calculation than this banister,' said my uncle Toby (attempting to strike it with his crutch, and hitting my father a blow upon his shin-bone). ''Twas a hundred to one chance,' cried my uncle.
'I thought,' quoth my father (rubbing his shin), 'you knew nothing of calculations, brother.'
