The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

Holla! -- -- -you, chairman! -- -- -here's sixpence -- -- -do step into that bookseller's shop, and call me a day-tall critick. I am very willing to give any one of 'em a crown to help me with his tackling, to get my father and my uncle Toby off the stairs, and to put them to bed.

-'Tis even high time; for except a short nap, which they both got whilst Trim was boring the jackboots -- and which, by the by, did my father no sort of good, upon the score of the bad hinge -- they have not else shut their eyes, since nine hours before the time that Dr. Slop was led into the back parlour in that dirty pickle by Obadiah.