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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: She was in black down to her toes, with her hair conceal'd under a cambric
border, laid close to her forehead: she was one of those kind of nuns, an'
please your honour, of which, your honour knows, there are a good many in
Flanders, which they let go loose--By thy description, Trim, said my uncle
Toby, I dare say she was a young Beguine, of which there are none to be
found any where but in the Spanish Netherlands--except at Amsterdam--they
differ from nuns in this, that they can quit their cloister if they choose
to marry; they visit and take care of the sick by profession--I had rather,
for my own part, they did it out of good-nature.
--She often told me, quoth Trim, she did it for the love of Christ--I did
not like it.--I believe, Trim, we are both wrong, said my uncle Toby--we'll
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