Tho' my father persisted in not going on with the discourse--yet he could not get my uncle _Toby's_ smoak-jack out of his head--piqued as he was at first with it; --there was something in the comparison at the bottom, which hit his fancy; for which purpose, resting his elbow upon the table, and reclining the right side of his head upon the palm of his hand----but looking first stedfastly in the fire----he began to commune with himself, and philosophize about it: but his spirits being wore out with the fatigues of investigating new tracts, and the constant exertion of his faculties upon that variety of subjects which had taken their turn in the discourse------the idea of the smoak-jack soon turned all his ideas upside down--so that he fell asleep almost before he knew what he was about.

Though my father persisted in not going on with the discourse, yet he could not get my uncle Toby's smoke-jack out of his head. There was something in the comparison which hit his fancy; so, resting his elbow upon the table, and reclining his head upon his palm, he began to meditate on it: but his spirits being worn out with the fatigues of investigating so many different subjects - the idea of the smoke-jack soon turned his thoughts upside down, so that he fell asleep before he knew it.
