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Notes and Reflections on Books and Media

by Hannah Leitheiser

Book

Tristram Shandy

2016-12-25

'I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen: the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more—every thing presses on—whilst thou art twisting that lock,—see! it grows grey; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make.' - Vol. 4, Chap. 67, Tristram Shandy.