Now, whether we observe it or no, continued my father, in every sound man's head, there is a regular succession of ideas of one sort or another, which follow each other in train just like--a train of artillery? said my uncle Toby.--A train of fiddlestick!--quoth my father,--which follow and succeed one another in our minds at certain distances, just like the images in the inside of a lanthorn turn round by the heat of the candle--I declare, quoth my uncle Toby, mine are like a smoak-jack--Then, brother Toby, I have nothing more to say to you upon the subject, said my father.
[Laurence Sterne]
1 comment:
Thanks for printing that gem of wisdom--I love that...my brain pan has modulations that look like the art you created to depict the writing...wonderful little animation that is probably more correct than the ones scientists will arrive at on their 200,000 dollar machines.
Clever and delightful stuffication !
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