work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5088,Wit and Judgment,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2004-11-17 00:00:00 UTC,"My most zealous wish and fervent prayer in your behalf, and in my own too, in case the thing is not done already for us,--is, that the great gifts and endowments both of wit and judgment, with every thing which usually goes along with them,--such as memory, fancy, genius, eloquence, quick parts, and what not, may this precious moment without stint or measure, let or hinderance, be poured down warm as each of us could bear it,--scum and sediment an' all; (for I would not have a drop lost) into these veral receptacles, cells, cellules, domiciles, dormitories, refectories, and spare places of our brains,--in such sort, that they might continue to be injected and tunn'd into, according to the true intent and meaning of my wish, until every vessel of them, both great and small, be so replenished, saturated and fill'd up therewith, that no more, would it save a man's life, could possibly be got either in or out.
(pp. 88-9; Norton, 141)",2011-06-17,13705,"•I've included thrice: Liquid, Container, and Architecture.","The gifts and endowments of wit and judgment may ""be poured down warm as each of us could bear it,--scum and sediment an' all; (for I would not have a drop lost) into these veral receptacles, cells, cellules, domiciles, dormitories, refectories, and spare places of our brains,--in such sort, that they might continue to be injected and tunn'd into, according to the true intent and meaning of my wish, until every vessel of them, both great and small, be so replenished, saturated and fill'd up therewith, that no more, would it save a man's life, could possibly be got either in or out.""",Rooms,2011-06-17 17:26:44 UTC,"Volume III, Chapter 20: The Author's Preface"
5088,Wit and Judgment,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2004-11-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Indeed there is one thing to be considered, that in Nova Zembla, North Lapland, and in all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe, which lie more directly under the artick and antartick circles,--where the whole province of a man's concernments lies for near nine months together, within the narrow compass of his cave,----where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing,----and where the passions of a man, with every thing which belongs to them, are as frigid as the zone itself;--there the least quantity of judgment imaginable does the business,--and of wit,--there is a total and an absolute saving,--for as not one spark is wanted,--so not one spark is given. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! What a dismal thing would it have been to have governed a kingdom, to have fought a battle, or made a treaty, or run a match, or wrote a book, or got a child, or held a provincial chapter there, with so plentiful a lack of wit and judgment about us! for mercy's sake! let us think no more about it, but travel on as fast as we can southwards into Norway,----crossing overSwedeland, if you please, through the small triangular province of Angermania to the lake of Bothnia; coasting along it through east and west Bothnia, down toCarelia, and so on, through all those states and provinces which border upon the far side of the Gulf of Finland, and the north east of the Baltick, up to Petersbourg, and just stepping into Ingria;--then stretching over directly from thence through the north parts of the Russian empire--leaving Siberia a little upon the left hand till we get into the very heart ofRussian and Asiatick Tartary.
(pp. 92-4; Norton, 142-3)",2011-09-23,13708,"","""Indeed there is one thing to be considered, that in Nova Zembla, North Lapland, and in all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe, which lie more directly under the artick and antartick circles,--where the whole province of a man's concernments lies for near nine months together, within the narrow compass of his cave,----where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing,----and where the passions of a man, with every thing which belongs to them, are as frigid as the zone itself;--there the least quantity of judgment imaginable does the business,--and of wit,--there is a total and an absolute saving,--for as not one spark is wanted,--so not one spark is given.""","",2011-09-23 19:00:13 UTC,"Vol III, Chapter 20: The Author's Preface"
5088,Wit and Judgment,Searching in HDIS (Prose),2004-11-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Now, Sir, if I conduct you home again into this warmer and more luxuriant island, where you perceive the spring tide of our blood and humours runs high, --where we have more ambition, and pride, and envy, and lechery, and other whoreson passions upon our hands to govern and subject to reason,--the height of our wit and the depth of our judgment, you see, are exactly proportioned to thelength and breadth of our necessities,--and accordingly, we have them sent down amongst us in such a flowing kind of decent and creditable plenty, that no one thinks he has any cause to complain.
It must however be confessed on this head, that, as our air blows hot and cold,--wet and dry, ten times in a day, we have them in no regular and settled way;--so that sometimes for near half a century together, there shall be very little wit or judgment, either to be seen or heard of amongst us:--the small channels of them shall seem quite dried up,--then all of a sudden the sluices shall break out, and take a fit of running again like fury,--you would think they would never stop:--and then it is, that in writing and fighting, and twenty other gallant things, we drive all the world before us.
(pp. 95-6, Norton, 143)",2011-09-23,13711,•I've included twice: Channels and Sluices,"The ""small channels"" of wit and judgment may ""seem quite dried up,--then all of a sudden the sluices shall break out, and take a fit of running again like fury,--you would think they would never stop.""","",2011-09-23 19:10:32 UTC,"Vol III, Chapter 20: The Author's Preface"
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,"",Reading,2012-01-30 17:53:31 UTC,"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 midwifery 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 swiming 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.
(III.ix, pp. 27-8)",,19550,"Great, disgusting, spermatick stream of consciousness","""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 swiming 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.""","",2012-01-30 17:53:31 UTC,"Volume III, Chapter 9"
5301,"",Searching in LION,2013-10-26 19:21:35 UTC,"I had scarce utter'd the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent. No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies--or one man may be generous, as another man is puissant--sed non, quo ad banc--or be it as it may--for there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humours; they may depend upon the same causes, for ought I know, which influence the tides themselves--'twould oft be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so: I'm sure at least for myself, that in many a case I should be more highly satisfied, to have it said by the world, ""I had had an affair with the moon, in which there was neither sin nor shame,"" than have it pass altogether as my own act and deed, wherein there was so much of both.
(I, pp. 8-9)",,23042,"","""No man cares to have his virtues the sport of contingencies--or one man may be generous, as another man is puissant--'sed non, quo ad banc'--or be it as it may--for there is no regular reasoning upon the ebbs and flows of our humours; they may depend upon the same causes, for ought I know, which influence the tides themselves--'twould oft be no discredit to us, to suppose it was so.""","",2013-10-26 19:21:35 UTC,""
5301,"",Reading,2013-10-26 19:47:46 UTC,"--Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw--and 'tis thou who lifts him up to Heaven--eternal fountain of our feelings!--'tis here I trace thee--and this is thy divinity which stirs within me--not that, in some sad and sickening moments, ""my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction""--mere pomp of words!--but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself--All comes from thee, great, great Sensorium of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation.--Touch'd with thee, Eugenius draws my curtain when I languish--hears my tale of symptoms, and blames the weather for the disorder of his nerves. Thou giv'st a portion of it sometimes to the roughest peasant who traverses the bleakest mountains--he finds the lacerated lamb of another's flock-- This moment I behold him leaning with his head against his crook, with piteous inclination looking down upon it--Oh! had I come one moment sooner!--it bleeds to death--his gentle heart bleeds with it--
(II, pp. 182-3)",,23068,"","""Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw--and 'tis thou who lifts him up to Heaven--eternal fountain of our feelings!--'tis here I trace thee--and this is thy divinity which stirs within me--not that, in some sad and sickening moments, 'my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction'--mere pomp of words!--but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself--All comes from thee, great, great Sensorium of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation.""","",2013-10-26 19:47:46 UTC,""
7984,"",Reading,2014-07-25 18:17:07 UTC,"And yet these passions which, on nature's plan,
Call out the hero while they form the man,
Warp'd from the sacred line that nature gave,
As meanly ruin as they nobly save.
The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires
With all its virtues, and with all its fires,
Led by these sirens to some wild extreme,
Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam;
Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky
Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.
But he whose active, unencumber'd mind
Leaves this low earth and all its mists behind,
Fond in a pure unclouded sky to glow,
Like the bright orb that rises on the Po,
O'er half the globe with steady splendour shines,
And ripens virtues as it ripens mines.
(p. 154)",,24300,"","""The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires / With all its virtues, and with all its fires, / Led by these sirens to some wild extreme, / Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam; / Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky / Looks through a fog, and rises but to die.""","",2014-07-25 18:17:07 UTC,""
5088,"",Contributed by Neal Curtis,2015-11-24 22:01:36 UTC,"When my father was gone with this about a month, there was scarce a phænomenon of stupidity or of genius, which he could not readily solve by it;--it accounted for the eldest son being the greatest blockhead in the family.--Poor devil, he would say,--he made way for the capacity of his younger brothers.--It unriddled the observation of drivellers and monstrous heads,--shewing, à priori, it could not be otherwise,--unless * * * * I don't know what. It wonderfully explain'd and accounted for the acumen of the Asiatic genius, and that sprightlier turn, and a more penetrating intuition of minds, in warmer climates; not from the loose and common-place solution of a clearer sky, and a more perpetual sun-shine, &c.--which, for aught he knew, might as well rarify and dilute the faculties of the soul into nothing, by one extreme,--as they are condensed in colder climates by the other;--but he traced the affair up to its spring-head;--shew'd that, in warmer climates, nature had laid a lighter tax upon the fairest parts of the creation;--their pleasures more;--the necessity of their pains less, insomuch that the pressure and resistance upon the vertex was so slight, that the whole organization of the cerebellum was preserved;--nay, he did not believe, in natural births, that so much as a single thread of the net-work was broke or displaced,--so that the soul might just act as she liked.
(II.xix, pp. 176-7)",,24739,"","""It wonderfully explain'd and accounted for the acumen of the Asiatic genius, and that sprightlier turn, and a more penetrating intuition of minds, in warmer climates; not from the loose and common-place solution of a clearer sky, and a more perpetual sun-shine, &c.--which, for aught he knew, might as well rarify and dilute the faculties of the soul into nothing, by one extreme,--as they are condensed in colder climates by the other.""","",2015-11-24 22:01:36 UTC,"Volume II, chapter xix"