XXXIX

’Twas some misfortune, I make no doubt, in this affair, that my father had every word of it to translate for the benefit of my uncle Toby , and render out of Slawkenbergius’s Latin , of which, as he was no great master, his translation was not always of the purest⁠⸺⁠and generally least so where ’twas most wanted.⁠—This naturally open’d a door to a second misfortune;⁠⸺⁠that in the warmer paroxysms of his zeal to open my uncle Toby’s eyes⁠⸻my father’s ideas ran on as much faster than the translation, as the translation outmoved my uncle Toby’s ⁠⸻neither the one or the other added much to the perspicuity of my father’s lecture.