In the canon
Tristram Shandy
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1767
- Pages
- Pages 550
A gentleman sets out to tell his life story and takes half the book to get born, buried under digressions, opinions, blank and marbled pages, and his uncle's toy fortifications.
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, had minded what they were about when they begot me.
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