--Nor, replied Dr. _Slop_, (parodying my uncle _Toby's_ hobby-horsical reflection; though full as hobby-horsical himself)------do I know, Captain _Shandy_, what might have become of the garrison above stairs, in the mutiny and confusion I find all things are in at present, but for the subordination of fingers and thumbs to ******------the application of which, Sir, under this accident of mine, comes in so _ propos_, that without it, the cut upon my thumb might have been felt by the _Shandy_ family, as long as the _Shandy_ family had a name.
'Nor do I know, Captain Shandy,' replied Dr. Slop, (parodying my uncle Toby's hobby-horsical reflection, though full as hobby-horsical himself) 'what might have become of the garrison above stairs, in the mutiny and confusion I find things are in at present, but for the subordination of fingers and thumbs to ****** - the application of which, Sir, with this accident of mine, comes in so propos, that without it, the cut upon my thumb might have been felt by the Shandy family, as long as they had a name.'