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quoth my uncle, I know no more which it is, than the man in the moon;—and if I was to think, continued my uncle Toby, (keeping his eyes still fix'd upon the bad joint) this month together, I am sure I should not be able to find it out.
Then brother Toby, replied my father, I will tell you.
Every thing in this world, continued my father (filling a fresh pipe)—every thing in this earthly world, my dear brother Toby, has two handles.—Not always, quoth my uncle Toby.—At least, replied my father, every one has two hands,—which comes to the same thing.—Now, if a man was to sit down cooly, and consider within himself the make, the shape, the construction, com-at-ability, and convenience of all the parts which constitutethe
