It was an ill-omened place. Death walked there in the sunlight.

“Everything is going to be fine in the end. If it's not fine it's not the end.”

“Oh my dear fellow...should you not be askind, 'Would the tea like the cup?”

“Mr. Henry James writes fiction as if it were a painful duty.”

“Mi bella princesa, your funny little dwarf will never dance again. It is a pity…”