THE
LIFE and OPINIONS
OF
TRISTRAM SHANDY, Gent.
CHAP. I.
If it had not been for those two mettlesome tits, and that madcap of a postilion, who drove them from Stilton to Stamford, the thought had never entered my head. He flew like lightning—there was a slope of three miles and a half—we scarce touched the ground—the motion was most rapid—most impetuous—'twas communicat-ed
