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A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
by Laurence Sterne Copyright note
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An animated blush came into the Count de B-'s cheeks as I spoke this.--Ne craignez rien--Don't fear, said he.--Indeed, I don't, replied I again.--Besides, continued I, a little sportingly, I have come laughing all the way from London to Paris, and I do not think Monsieur le Duc de Choiseul is such an enemy to mirth as to send me back crying for my pains.
- My application to you, Monsieur le Count de B- (making him a low bow), is to desire he will not.
The Count heard me with great good nature, or I had not said half as much,--and once or twice said,--C'est bien dit. So I rested my cause there--and determined to say no more about it.
The Count led the discourse: we talk'd of indifferent things,--of books, and politics, and men;--and then of women.--God bless them all! said I, after much discourse about them--there is not a man upon earth who loves them so much as I do: after all the foibles I have seen, and all the satires I have read against them, still I love them; being firmly persuaded that a man, who has not a sort of affection for the whole sex, is incapable of ever loving a single one as he ought.
Eh bien! Monsieur l'Anglois, said the Count, gaily;--you are not come to spy the nakedness of the land;--I believe you;--ni encore, I dare say, THAT of our women!--But permit me to conjecture,--if, par hazard, they fell into your way, that the prospect would not affect you.
I have something within me which cannot bear the shock of the least indecent insinuation: in the sportability of chit-chat I have often endeavoured to conquer it, and with infinite pain have hazarded a thousand things to a dozen of the sex together,--the least of which I could not venture to a single one to gain heaven.
Excuse me, Monsieur le Count, said I;--as for the nakedness of your land, if I saw it, I should cast my eyes over it with tears in them;--and for that of your women (blushing at the idea he had excited in me) I am so evangelical in this, and have such a fellow- feeling for whatever is weak about them, that I would cover it with a garment if I knew how to throw it on: --But I could wish, continued I, to spy the nakedness of their hearts, and through the different disguises of customs, climates, and religion, find out what is good in them to fashion my own by: --and therefore am I come.
It is for this reason, Monsieur le Count, continued I, that I have not seen the Palais Royal,--nor the Luxembourg,--nor the Facade of the Louvre,--nor have attempted to swell the catalogues we have of pictures, statues, and churches.--I conceive every fair being as a temple, and would rather enter in, and see the original drawings and loose sketches hung up in it, than the Transfiguration of Raphael itself.
The thirst of this, continued I, as impatient as that which inflames the breast of the connoisseur, has led me from my own home
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