WITH all this learning upon Noses
running perpetually in my fa-
ther's fancy -- with so many family preju-
dices -- and ten decads of such tales run-
ning on for ever along with them -- how
was it possible with such exquisite -- was
it a true nose ? -- That a man with such
exquisite feelings as my father had, could
bear the shock at all below stairs -- or in-
deed above stairs, in any other posture,
but the very posture I have described.
?? -- Throw yourself down upon the bed,
a dozen times -- taking care only to place
a looking-glass first in a chair on one side
of it, before you do it ---- But was the
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stranger's nose a true nose -- or was it a
false one ?
??To tell that before-hand, madam,
would be to do injury to one of the best
tales in the christian world ; and that is
the tenth of the tenth decad which imme-
diately follows this.
??This tale, crieth Slawkenbergius some-
what exultingly, has been reserved by
me for the concluding tale of my whole
work ; knowing right well, that when I
shall have told it, and my reader shall
have read it thro' -- 'twould be even high
time for both of us to shut up the book ;
inasmuch, continues Slawkenbergius, as I
know of no tale which could possibly
ever go down after it.
?? -- 'Tis a tale indeed !
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??This sets out with the first interview
in the inn at Lyons, when Fernandez left
the courteous stranger and his sister Julia
alone in her chamber, and is overwritten,
of
Diego and Julia.
??Heavens ! thou art a strange creature
Slawkenbergius ! what a whimsical view
of the involutions of the heart of woman
hast thou opened ! how this can ever be
translated, and yet if this specimen of
Slawkenbergius's tales, and the exquisi-
tiveness of his moral should please the
world -- translated shall a couple of vo-
lumes be. -- Else, how this can ever be
translated into good English, I have no
sort of conception. -- There seems in some
passages to want a sixth sense to do it
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rightly. ---- What can he mean by the
lambent pupilability of slow, low, dry
chat, five notes below the natural tone,
-- which you know, madam, is little
more than a whisper ? The moment I
pronounced the words, I could perceive
an attempt towards a vibration in the
strings, about the region of the heart. --
The brain made no acknowledgment. --
There's often no good understanding
betwixt 'em. -- I felt as if I understood
it. --- I had no ideas. -- The movement
could not be without cause. -- I'm lost.
I can make nothing of it, -- unless, may
it please your worships, the voice, in
that case being little more than a whis-
per, unavoidably forces the eyes to
approach not only within six inches
of each other -- but to look into the
pupils -- is not that dangerous ? -- But it
can't be avoided -- for to look up to the
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cieling, in that case the two chins un-
avoidably meet -- and to look down into
each others laps, the foreheads come into
immediate contact, which at once puts
an end to the conference -- I mean to the
sentimental part of it. ---- What is left,
madam, is not worth stooping for.
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