The Adventures of Peregrine PickleSmollett, T. (Tobias)
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The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle
Smollett, T. (Tobias)
Adventure stories; Fiction; Picaresque literature
“Divine Empress Of My Soul,--If the refulgent flames of your
beauty had not evaporated the particles of my transported
brain, and scorched my intellects into a cinder of stolidity,
perhaps the resplendency of my passion might shine illustrious
through the sable curtain of my ink, and in sublimity transcend
the galaxy itself, though wafted on the pinions of a gray goose
quill! But, ah! celestial enchantress! the necromancy of thy
tyrannical charms hath fettered my faculties with adamantine
chains, which, unless thy compassion shall melt I must eternally
remain in the Tartarean gulf of dismal despair. Vouchsafe,
therefore, O thou brightest luminary of this terrestrial sphere!
to warm, as well as shine; and let the genial rays of thy
benevolence melt the icy emanations of thy disdain, which hath
frozen up the spirits of angelic pre-eminence.--Thy most
egregious admirer and superlative slave,
“Peregrine Pickle.”
Never was astonishment more perplexing than that of Emilia, when she
read this curious composition, which she repeated verbatim three times
before she would credit the evidence of her own senses. She began to
fear in good earnest that love had produced a disorder in her lover's
understanding; but after a thousand conjectures by which she attempted
to account for this extraordinary fustian of style, she concluded that
it was the effect of mere levity, calculated to ridicule the passion he
had formerly professed. Irritated by this supposition, she resolved
to balk his triumph with affected indifference, and in the mean time
endeavoured to expel him from that place which he possessed within her
heart. And indeed such a victory over her inclinations might have been
obtained without great difficulty; for she enjoyed an easiness of temper
that could accommodate itself to the emergencies of her fate; and her
vivacity, by amusing her imagination, preserved herself from the keener
sensations of sorrow. Thus determined and disposed, she did not send
any sort of answer, or the least token of remembrance by Pipes, who
was suffered to depart with a general compliment from the mother, and
arrived at Winchester the next day.
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