A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Volúmenes1-3

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P. Miller and J. White, 1774 - 328 páginas
 

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This is the most accessible of Sterne's works, written with wit and a direct simplicity that is lacking in the ponderous and preposterous Tristram Shandy, which was written partially to entertain, and partially to challenge the reader with strange time-shifts, digressions upon digressions, and a sequence where the book ends with a time before it has begun, without every giving the story it promised.
This scan is great because it contains some interesting additional material: At the end it has Sterne's first published work, "A Political Romance."
Most interesting, this scan contains the "continuation of Eugenius" books of the Sentimental Journey written by Sterne's publisher, based, purportedly, on stories Sterne related to the publisher. The "Sentimental Journey" was Sterne's last book, and Sterne died before he could complete it. In fact, it usually ends abruptly with the sentence, "I took hold of the fille de chambre's..."
This posthumous continuation definitely has the flavor of Sterne's writing, and large portions of it seem directly to have been authentic Sterne anecdotes. The duel story is rather cheap romance, but the rest of the continuation (which is generally not included in modern editions) has some wonderful stories, including a long episode about 18th century prophylactics, here called, "les gants d'amour," or as we would say, "the gloves of love." This section rather reminds one of some of Mark Twain's essays on things such as Onanism. Although ribald and absurd, this also displays forward-thinking attitudes and a lot of refreshing frankness that was to earn Sterne the self-righteous contempt of the Victorian writers.
 

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Página 93 - I saw him pale and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood, — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; — his children — But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Página 35 - Turin, in his return home; and a sad tale of sorrowful adventures he had to tell, "wherein he spoke of moving accidents by flood and field, and of the cannibals which each other eat: the Anthropophagi" he had been flay'd alive, and bedevil'd, and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every stage he had come at I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, said I, to your physician.
Página 145 - When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road leading to a thicket, I discovered poor Maria sitting under a poplar she was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand a small brook ran at the foot of the tree.
Página 5 - Now, was I a King of France, cried I what a moment for an orphan to have begg'd his father's portmanteau of me! The Monk — Calais I HAD scarce uttered the words, when a poor monk of the order of St. Francis came into the room to beg something for his convent.
Página 148 - Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms; affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly, — still she was feminine; and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eye looks for in woman, that, could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of...
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