Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

Laurence Sterne

• Publisher: pubOne.info
• Year: 2010
• ISBN:
  9782819923237
• Topic: Literatur
• Subtopic: Altertumswissenschaften

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Never poor Wight of a Dedicator had less hopes from his Dedication, than I have from this of mine; for it is written in a bye corner of the kingdom, and in a retir'd thatch'd house, where I live in a constant endeavour to fence against the infirmities of ill health, and other evils of life, by mirth; being firmly persuaded that every time a man smiles, - but much more so, when he laughs, it adds something to this Fragment of Life.

Chapter I.

  Great wits jump: for the moment Dr. Slop cast his eyes upon his bag (which he had not done till the dispute with my uncle Toby about mid-wifery put him in mind of it)— the very same thought occurred. — 'Tis God's mercy, quoth he (to himself) that Mrs. Shandy has had so bad a time of it, — else she might have been brought to bed seven times told, before one half of these knots could have got untied. — But here you must distinguish— the thought floated only in Dr. Slop's mind, without sail or ballast to it, as a simple proposition; millions of which, as your worship knows, are every day swimming quietly in the middle of the thin juice of a man's understanding, without being carried backwards or forwards, till some little gusts of passion or interest drive them to one side.

  A sudden trampling in the room above, near my mother's bed, did the proposition the very service I am speaking of. By all that's unfortunate, quoth Dr. Slop, unless I make haste, the thing will actually befall me as it is.

Chapter II.

  In the case of knots, — by which, in the first place, I would not be understood to mean slip-knots— because in the course of my life and opinions— my opinions concerning them will come in more properly when I mention the catastrophe of my great uncle Mr. Hammond Shandy, — a little man, — but of high fancy:— he rushed into the duke of Monmouth's affair:— nor, secondly, in this place, do I mean that particular species of knots called bow-knots; — there is so little address, or skill, or patience required in the unloosing them, that they are below my giving any opinion at all about them. — But by the knots I am speaking of, may it please your reverences to believe, that I mean good, honest, devilish tight, hard knots, made bona fide, as Obadiah made his; — in which there is no quibbling provision made by the duplication and return of the two ends of the strings thro' the annulus or noose made by the second implication of them— to get them slipp'd and undone by. — I hope you apprehend me.

  In the case of these knots then, and of the several obstructions, which, may it please your reverences, such knots cast in our way in getting through life— every hasty man can whip out his pen-knife and cut through them. — 'Tis wrong. Believe me, Sirs, the most virtuous way, and which both reason and conscience dictate— is to take our teeth or our fingers to them. — Dr. Slop had lost his teeth— his favourite instrument, by extracting in a wrong direction, or by some misapplication of it, unfortunately slipping, he had formerly, in a hard labour, knock'd out three of the best of them with the handle of it:— he tried his fingers— alas; the nails of his fingers and thumbs were cut close. — The duce take it! I can make nothing of it either way, cried Dr. Slop. — The trampling over head near my mother's bed-side increased. — Pox take the fellow! I shall never get the knots untied as long as I live. — My mother gave a groan. — Lend me your penknife— I must e'en cut the knots at last— pugh! — psha! — Lord! I have cut my thumb quite across to the very bone— curse the fellow— if there was not another man-midwife within fifty miles— I am undone for this bout— I wish the scoundrel hang'd— I wish he was shot— I wish all the devils in hell had him for a blockhead— !

  My father had a great respect for Obadiah, and could not bear to hear him disposed of in such a manner— he had moreover some little respect for himself— and could as ill bear with the indignity offered to himself in it.

  Had Dr. Slop cut any part about him, but his thumb— my father had pass'd it by— his prudence had triumphed: as it was, he was determined to have his revenge.

  Small curses, Dr. Slop, upon great occasions, quoth my father (condoling with him first upon the accident) are but so much waste of our strength and soul's health to no manner of purpose. — I own it, replied Dr. Slop. — They are like sparrow-shot, quoth my uncle Toby (suspending his whistling) fired against a bastion. — They serve, continued my father, to stir the humours— but carry off none of their acrimony:— for my own part, I seldom swear or curse at all— I hold it bad— but if I fall into it by surprize, I generally retain so much presence of mind (right, quoth my uncle Toby) as to make it answer my purpose— that is, I swear on till I find myself easy. A wife and a just man however would always endeavour to proportion the vent given to these humours, not only to the degree of them stirring within himself— but to the size and ill intent of the offence upon which they are to fall. — 'Injuries come only from the heart, '— quoth my uncle Toby. For this reason, continued my father, with the most Cervantick gravity, I have the greatest veneration in the world for that gentleman, who, in distrust of his own discretion in this point, sat down and composed (that is at his leisure) fit forms of swearing suitable to all cases, from the lowest to the highest provocation which could possibly happen to him— which forms being well considered by him, and such moreover as he could stand to, he kept them ever by him on the chimney-piece, within his reach, ready for use. — I never apprehended, replied Dr. Slop, that such a thing was ever thought of— much less executed. I beg your pardon, answered my father; I was reading, though not using, one of them to my brother Toby this morning, whilst he pour'd out the tea— 'tis here upon the shelf over my head; — but if I remember right, 'tis too violent for a cut of the thumb. — Not at all, quoth Dr. Slop— the devil take the fellow. — Then, answered my father, 'Tis much at your service, Dr. Slop— on condition you will read it aloud; — so rising up and reaching down a form of excommunication of the church of Rome, a copy of which, my father (who was curious in his collections) had procured out of the leger-book of the church of Rochester, writ by Ernulphus the bishop— with a most affected seriousness of look and voice, which might have cajoled Ernulphus himself— he put it into Dr. Slop's hands. — Dr. Slop wrapt his thumb up in the corner of his handkerchief, and with a wry face, though without any suspicion, read aloud, as follows— my uncle Toby whistling Lillabullero as loud as he could all the time.

  (As the geniuneness of the consultation of the Sorbonne upon the question of baptism, was doubted by some, and denied by others— 'twas thought proper to print the original of this excommunication; for the copy of which Mr. Shandy returns thanks to the chapter clerk of the dean and chapter of Rochester. )

Chapter III.

Textus de Ecclesia Roffensi, per Ernulfum Episcopum.

Excommunicatio.

Ex auctoritate Dei omnipotentis, Patris, et Filij, et Spiritus Sancti, et

sanctorum canonum, sanctaeque et entemeratae Virginis Dei genetricis

Mariae, —

— Atque omnium coelestium virtutum, angelorum, archangelorum, thronorum,

dominationum, potestatuum, cherubin ac seraphin, & sanctorum patriarchum,

prophetarum, & omnium apolstolorum & evangelistarum, & sanctorum

innocentum, qui in conspectu Agni soli digni inventi sunt canticum cantare

novum, et sanctorum martyrum et sanctorum confessorum, et sanctarum

virginum, atque omnium simul sanctorum et electorum Dei, — Excommunicamus,

et

vel

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anathematizamus hunc furem, vel hunc

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malefactorem, N. N. et a liminibus sanctae Dei ecclesiae sequestramus, et

aeternis

vel i n

suppliciis excruciandus, mancipetur, cum Dathan et Abiram, et cum his qui

dixerunt Domino Deo, Recede a nobis, scientiam viarum tuarum nolumus: et

ficut aqua ignis extinguatur lu- vel eorum

cerna ejus in secula seculorum nisi resque- n n

rit, et ad satisfactionem venerit. Amen.

os

Maledicat illum Deus Pater qui homi- os

nem creavit. Maledicat illum Dei Filius qui pro homine passus est.

Maledicat

os

illum Spiritus Sanctus qui in baptismo ef-

os

fusus est. Maledicat illum sancta crux, quam Christus pro nostra salute

hostem triumphans ascendit.

os

Maledicat illum sancta Dei genetrix et

os

perpetua Virgo Maria. Maledicat illum sanctus Michael, animarum susceptor

sa-

os

crarum. Maledicant illum omnes angeli et archangeli, principatus et

potestates, omnisque militia coelestis.

os

Maledicat illum patriarcharum et prophetarum laudabilis numerus. Maledicat

os

illum sanctus Johannes Praecursor et Baptista Christi, et sanctus Petrus,

et sanctus Paulus, atque sanctus Andreas, omnesque Christi apostoli, simul

et caeteri discipuli, quatuor quoque evangelistae, qui sua praedicatione

mundum universum converte-

os

runt. Maledicat illum cuneus martyrum et confessorum mirificus, qui Deo

bonis operibus placitus inventus est.

os

Maledicant illum sacrarum virginum chori, quae mundi vana causa honoris

Christi respuenda contempserunt. Male- os

dicant illum omnes sancti qui ab initio mundi usque in finem seculi Deo

dilecti inveniuntur.

os

Maledicant illum coeli et terra, et omnia sancta in eis manentia.

i n n

Maledictus sit ubicunque, fuerit, sive in domo, sive in agro, sive in via,

sive in semita, sive in silva, sive in aqua, sive in ecclesia.

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Maledict...