My uncle _Toby_, I suppose, thought of neither, for he look'd horizontally. --Right end! quoth my uncle _Toby_, muttering the two words low to himself, and fixing his two eyes insensibly as he muttered them, upon a small crevice, formed by a bad joint in the chimney-piece ----Right end of a woman! ----I declare, quoth my uncle, I know no more which it is than the man in the moon; ----and if I was to think, continued my uncle _Toby_ (keeping his eye still fixed upon the bad joint) this month together, I am sure I should not be able to find it out.

My uncle Toby, I suppose, thought of neither, for he looked horizontally.
'Right end of a woman!' quoth he, muttering low, and fixing his eyes upon a crevice in the chimney-piece - 'I declare, I know no more which it is than the man in the moon.'
