My uncle _Toby_ never understood what my father meant; nor will I presume to extract more from it, than a condemnation of an error which the bulk of the world lie under----but the _French_ every one of 'em to a man, who believe in it, almost, as much as the REAL PRESENCE, "_That talking of love, is making it_."

My uncle Toby never understood what my father meant; nor will I presume to extract more from it, than a condemnation of an error which most of the world, except the French, lie under - believing 'that talking of love, is making it.'
