work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5088,"",Searching HDIS (Prose),2005-03-11 00:00:00 UTC,"To conceive this right,--call for pen and ink--here's paper ready to your hand. --Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind--as like your mistress as you can--as unlike your wife as your conscience will let you--'tis all one to me--please but your own fancy in it.",2008-10-07,13737,"","""To conceive this right,--call for pen and ink--here's paper ready to your hand. --Sit down, Sir, paint her to your own mind""","",2009-09-14 19:39:06 UTC,"Vol. 6, Chap. 38"
5088,"",Searching HDIS (Prose),2005-03-11 00:00:00 UTC,"There was a frankness in my uncle Toby, --not the effect of familiarity,--but the cause of it,--which let you at once into his soul, and shewed you the goodness of his nature; to this, there was something in his looks, and voice, and manner, superadded, which eternally beckoned to the unfortunate to come and take shelter under him; so that before my uncle Toby had half finished the kind offers he was making to the father, had the son insensibly pressed up close to his knees, and had taken hold of the breast of his coat, and was pulling it towards him. --The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart,--rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment,--he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face,--then cast a look upon his boy,--and that ligament, fine as it was,--was never broken.--
(pp. 44-5)",2008-10-07,13739,"","""The blood and spirits of Le Fever, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart,--rallied back""","",2009-09-14 19:39:06 UTC,"Vol. 6, Chap. 10"
5088,"","Searching ""coin"" and ""idea"" in HDIS (Prose); found again ""gold""; and again ""silver""",2009-09-14 19:39:07 UTC,"Having, a priori, intended to dedicate The Amours of my uncle Toby to Mr. ***--I see more reasons, a posteriori, for doing it to Lord *******.
I should lament from my soul, if this exposed me to the jealousy of their Reverences; because, a posteriori, in Court-latin, signifies, the kissing hands for preferment--or any thing else--in order to get it.
My opinion of Lord ******* is neither better nor worse, than it was of Mr. ***. Honours, like impressions upon coin, may give an ideal and local value to a bit of base metal; but Gold and Silver will pass all the world over without any other recommendation than their own weight.
The same good will that made me think of offering up half an hour's amusement to Mr. *** when out of place--operates more forcibly at present, as half an hour's amusement will be more serviceable and refreshing after labour and sorrow, than after a philosophical repast.
(IX, p. 421)",2005-04-14,13740,•USE IN ENTRY.,"""Honours, like impressions upon coin, may give an ideal and local value to a bit of base metal; but Gold and Silver will pass all the world over without any other recommendation than their own weight.""",Coinage,2011-05-20 14:00:18 UTC,"Vol. IX, A Dedication to a Great Man"
5088,"","Searching ""brain"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-05-18 00:00:00 UTC,"The thing I lament is, that things have crowded in so thick upon me, that I have not been able to get into that part of my work, towards which, I have all the way, looked forwards, with so much earnest desire; and that is the campaigns, but especially the amours of my uncle Toby, the events of which are of so singular a nature, and so Cervantick a cast, that if I can so manage it, as to convey but the same impressions to every other brain, which the occurrences themselves excite in my own-- I will answer for it the book shall make its way in the world, much better than its master has done before it---- Oh Tristram! Tristram! can this but be once brought about--the credit, which will attend thee as an author, shall counterbalance the many evils which have befallen thee as a man--thou wilt feast upon the one--when thou hast lost all sense and remembrance of the other!--
(pp. 216-7)",2005-04-14,13741,"","One may try to ""so manage it, as to convey but the same impressions to every other brain, which the occurrences themselves excite in [his] own""",Impression,2009-09-14 19:39:07 UTC,"Vol. IV, Chapter 32"
5088,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"There was the great king Aldrovandus, and Bosphorus, and Capadocius, and Dardanus, and Pontus, and Asius,--to say nothing of the iron-hearted Charles the XIIth, whom the Countess of K***** herself could make nothing of. -- [Page 120] There was Babylonicus, and Mediterraneus, and Polixenes, and Persicus, and Prusicus, not one of whom (except Capadocius and Pontus, who were both a little suspected) ever once bowed down his breast to the goddess----The truth is, they had all of them something else to do-- and so had my uncle Toby--till Fate-- till Fate I say, envying his name the glory of being handed down to posterity with Aldrovandus's and the rest,--she basely patched up the peace of Utrecht.",2008-10-07,13742,"","""There was the great king Aldrovandus, and Bosphorus, and Capadocius, and Dardanus, and Pontus, and Asius,--to say nothing of the iron-hearted Charles the XIIth, whom the Countess of K***** herself could make nothing of""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:39:07 UTC,"Vol. 6, Chapter 30"
5088,"","Searching ""cell"" and ""brain"" in HDIS (Prose)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Why, there is not time for a man to be sick in it, replied he--What a cursed lyar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, already--what a brain!--upside down!--hey dey! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fix'd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one mass--good g---! every thing turns round in it like a thousand whirlpools --I'd give a shilling to know if I shan't write the clearer for it--
(VII.ii, pp. 8)",2008-10-07,13743,"","""What a cursed lyar! for I am sick as a horse, quoth I, already--what a brain!--upside down!--hey dey! the cells are broke loose one into another, and the blood, and the lymph, and the nervous juices, with the fix'd and volatile salts, are all jumbled into one mass--good g---! every thing turns round in it like a thousand whirlpools""",Rooms,2012-07-05 16:04:38 UTC,"Vol. 7, Chap. 2"
5088,Inner and Outer,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-09-03 00:00:00 UTC,"--There is, continued my father, a certain mien and motion of the body and all its parts, both in acting and speaking, which argues a man well within: and I am not at all surprized that Gregory of Nazianzum, upon observing the hasty and untoward gestures of Julian, should foretel he would one day become an apostate;--or that St.Ambrose should turn his Amanuensis out of doors, because of an indecent motion of his head, which went backwards and forwards like a flail;--or that Democritus should conceive Protagoras to be a scholar, from seeing him bind up a faggot, and thrusting, as he did it, the small twigs inwards. --There are a [Page 14] thousand unnoticed openings, continued my father, which let a penetrating eye at once into a man's soul; and I maintain it, added he, that a man of sense does not lay down his hat in coming into a room,--or take it up in going out of it, but something escapes, which discovers him.",2008-10-07,13744,"","""There are a thousand unnoticed openings, continued my father, which let a penetrating eye at once into a man's soul.""","",2009-09-14 19:39:07 UTC,"Vol. 6, Chap. 5"
5088,Train of Ideas,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-09-12 00:00:00 UTC,"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 other, which follow each other in train just like--A train of artillery? said my uncle Toby. --A train [Page 81] of a fiddle stick!--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 turned round by the heat of a 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.
(pp. 80-1)",2008-10-07,13745,"","""[T]here is a regular succession of ideas of one sort or other, which follow each other in train just like--A train of artillery? said my uncle Toby.""","",2009-09-14 19:39:07 UTC,"Vol. 3, Chapter 18"
5088,Train of Ideas,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-09-12 00:00:00 UTC,"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 other, which follow each other in train just like--A train of artillery? said my uncle Toby.--A train of a fiddle stick!--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 turned round by the heat of a 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.
(pp. 80-1; Norton, 139)",2008-10-07,13746,"","Ideas ""follow and succeed one another in our minds at certain distances, just like the images in the inside of a lanthorn turned round by the heat of a candle.""",Optics,2011-09-23 19:49:07 UTC,"Vol. 3, Chapter 18"
5088,Train of Ideas,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-09-12 00:00:00 UTC,"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 other, which follow each other in train just like--A train of artillery? said my uncle Toby. --A train [Page 81] of a fiddle stick!--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 turned round by the heat of a 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.
(pp. 80-1)",2008-10-07,13747,•Cross-reference: in Martinus Scriblerus the mind is analogized to a meat-roasting jack.,"""I declare, quoth my uncle Toby, mine [ideas] are like a smoak-jack.""","",2011-09-23 19:33:28 UTC,"Vol. 3, Chapter 18"