My uncle Toby , though in the utmost distress for a comparison, most courteously refused Trim’s offer—till Trim telling him, he had half a dozen more in Bohemia , which he knew not how to get off his hands⸺my uncle Toby was so touch’d with the pleasantry of heart of the corporal⸺that he discontinued his dissertation upon gunpowder⸺and begged the corporal forthwith to go on with his story of the King of Bohemia and his seven castles.
The Story of the King of Bohemia and His Seven Castles, Continued
This unfortunate King of Bohemia , said Trim ,⸺Was he unfortunate, then? cried my uncle Toby , for he had been so wrapt up in his dissertation upon gunpowder, and other military affairs, that though he had desired the corporal to go on, yet the many interruptions he had given, dwelt not so strong upon his fancy as to account for the epithet⸺Was he unfortunate , then, Trim? said my uncle Toby , pathetically⸺The corporal, wishing first the word and all its synonimas at the devil, forthwith began to run back in his mind, the principal events in the King of Bohemia’s story; from every one of which, it appearing that he was the most fortunate man that ever existed in the world⸺it put the corporal to a stand: for not caring to retract his epithet⸺and less to explain it⸺and least of all, to twist his tale (like men of lore) to serve a system⸺he looked up in my uncle Toby’s face for assistance⸺but seeing it was the very thing my uncle Toby sat in expectation of himself⸺after a hum and a haw, he went on⸻
The King of Bohemia , an’ please your honour, replied the corporal, was unfortunate , as thus⸺That taking great pleasure and delight in navigation and all sort of sea affairs⸺and there happening throughout the whole kingdom of Bohemia , to be no seaport town whatever⸺