Had my uncle _Toby's_ head been a _Savoyard's_ box, and my father peeping in all the time at one end of it----it could not have given him a more distinct conception of the operations of my uncle _Toby's_ imagination, than what he had; so, notwithstanding the catapulta and battering-ram, and his bitter imprecation about them, he was just beginning to triumph----

Had my uncle Toby's head been a Savoyard's peep-show box, with my father peeping in at one end - it could not have given him a clearer picture of my uncle Toby's imagination; so he was beginning to triumph-
