stefan

“And she seemed to be asleep and dreaming of the joys of Heaven. But in fact she was dead.”
― E.T.A. Hoffmann, The Cremona Violin

“Not knowing, in his misery, for the nonce,
What he was doing, he rushed away at once”
― Chaucer Geoffry Chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde

“Servant: Who is this ill-bred provincial who presumes to profane these private premises with his proximity?

Mnesilochus: Someone who'll take you and your precious poet and perforate your posteriors with his private protuberance.”
― Arisophanes/barrett, The Wasps, The Poet and the Women, The Frogs