The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

A delusive, delicious consultation or two of this kind, betwixt my uncle Toby and Trim, upon the demolition of Dunkirk, -- for a moment rallied back the ideas of those pleasures, which were slipping from under him: -- -- -still -- still all went on heavily -- -- -the magic left the mind the weaker -- Stillness, with Silence at her back, entered the solitary parlour, and drew their gauzy mantle over my uncle Toby's head; -- -- -and Listlessness, with her lax fibre and undirected eye, sat quietly down beside him in his armchair.

-- -- -No longer Amberg and Rhinberg, and Limbourg, and Huy, and Bonn, in one year, -- and the prospect of Landen, and Trerebach, and Drusen, and Dendermond, the next, -- hurried on the blood: -- No longer did saps, and mines, and blinds, and gabions, and palisadoes, keep out this fair enemy of man's repose: -- -- -No more could my uncle Toby, after passing the French lines, as he eat his egg at supper, from thence break into the heart of France, -- cross over the Oyes, and with all Picardie open behind him, march up to the gates of Paris, and fall asleep with nothing but ideas of glory: -- -- -No more was he to dream he had fixed the royal standard upon the tower of the Bastile, and awake with it streaming in his head.