Tuesday, 11.--I casually took a volume of what is called, A Sentimental Journey through
France and Italy. Sentimental! what is that? It is not English: he might as well say continental.
It is not sense. It conveys no determinate idea, yet one fool makes many. And this nonsensical
word (who would believe it?) has becomes a fashionable one! However, the book agrees full
well with the title; for one is as queer as the other. For oddity, uncouthness, and unlikeness
to all the world beside, I suppose, the writer is without a rival.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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