THE
LIFE and OPINIONS
OF
TRISTRAM SHANDY, Gent.
CHAP. I.
No———I think, I said, I would write two volumes every year, provided the vile cough which then tormented me, and which to this hour I dread worse than the devil, would but give me leave—and in another place—(but where, I can't recollect now) speaking of my book as a machine, and laying my pen and ruler down cross-wiseupon
