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 sensible and insensible, gets vent—in this land, my dear Eugenius—in this fertile land of chivalry and romance, where I now sit, unskrewing my ink-horn to write my uncle Toby's amours, and with all the meanders of track in quest of her, in full view of my study window—if thou comest not and takest me by the hand

What a work is it likely to turn out!

Let us begin it.