general wreck of his frame, was to have saved this little casket unbroke, unrifled.⸻
With all my precautions, how was my system turned topside-turvy in the womb with my child! his head exposed to the hand of violence, and a pressure of 470 pounds avoirdupois weight acting so perpendicularly upon its apex—that at this hour ’tis ninety percent insurance, that the fine network of the intellectual web be not rent and torn to a thousand tatters.
⸺Still we could have done.⸺Fool, coxcomb, puppy⸺give him but a Nose ⸺Cripple, Dwarf, Driveller, Goosecap⸻(shape him as you will) the door of fortune stands open— O Licetus! Licetus! had I been blest with a fœtus five inches long and a half, like thee—Fate might have done her worst.
Still, brother Toby , there was one cast of the dye left for our child after all— O Tristram! Tristram! Tristram!
We will send for Mr. Yorick , said my uncle Toby .
⸺You may send for whom you will, replied my father.