THE seventy-fourth chapter is come at last; and brings nothing with it
but a sad signature of “How our pleasures slip from under us in this
world!”
For in talking of my digression——I declare before heaven I have made
it! What a strange creature is mortal man! said she.
’Tis very true, said I——but ’twere better to get all these things out
of our heads, and return to my uncle _Toby._