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engineers, fight for it amongst themselves.—
'Twas some misfortune, I make no doubt, in this affair, that my father had every word of it to translate for the benefit of my uncle Toby, and render out of Slawkenbergius's Latin, of which, as he was no great master, his translation was not always of the purest,—and generally least so where 'twas most wanted,—this naturally open'd a door to a second misfortune;—that in the warmer paroxisms of his zeal to open my uncle Toby's eyes—my father's ideas run on, as much faster than the translation, as the translation outmoved my uncle Toby's;—neither the one or the other added much to the perspicuity of my father's lecture.
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