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Artists proof of an illustration used for the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folio_Society" class="extiw" title="w:Folio Society">Folio Society</a> Edition of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tristram_Shandy" class="extiw" title="w:Tristram Shandy">The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman</a>. The line being illustrated is 'I wonder what's all that noise, and running backwards and forwards for, above stairs, quoth my father, addressing himself, after an hour and a half's silence, to my uncle Toby, ––who you must know, was sitting on the opposite side of the fire, smoking his social pipe all the time, in mute contemplation of a new pair of black-plush-breeches which he had got on ; ––What can they be doing, brother ? –– quoth my father, ––we can scarce hear ourselves talk.' It appeared on page 60.
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| current | 20:03, 17 January 2017 | | 1,024 × 675 (190 KB) | 127.0.0.1 (talk) | <div class="description"> Artists proof of an illustration used for the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folio_Society" class="extiw" title="w:Folio Society">Folio Society</a> Edition of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tristram_Shandy" class="extiw" title="w:Tristram Shandy">The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman</a>. The line being illustrated is 'I wonder what's all that noise, and running backwards and forwards for, above stairs, quoth my father, addressing himself, after an hour and a half's silence, to my uncle Toby, ––who you must know, was sitting on the opposite side of the fire, smoking his social pipe all the time, in mute contemplation of a new pair of black-plush-breeches which he had got on ; ––What can they be doing, brother ? –– quoth my father, ––we can scarce hear ourselves talk.' It appeared on page 60.</div> |
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