#to foil the decrees of fate i am now planning a vast saga in which the key witness is not a paralytic but a runner

[sharry-arry-odd]

So I did not have time to commit this crime of lèse-majesté. As a punishment, I would have preferred to be transformed into M. Danglars, Franz d'Épinay, the Abbé Faria, or, at the very least, to copy out one thousand times: "I must not tamper with masterpieces." But the gods of literature and neurology decided otherwise.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, by Jean-Dominique Bauby