Mourning as Described by Sterne

It has taken me getting through half of the book to appreciate it, but I am finally beginning to think that Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) is, as Schopenhauer asserted, a masterpiece of fiction. It felt nearly unreadable and impossible to follow for the couple hundred pages, and at times I felt like I was just letting the words flow into my eyeballs. But my intuition to stick with it is finally paying off in a big way.

Screen shots of book passages one enjoys are how the cool kids do it on Twitter BTW