Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis! I don't want to die on the Sicilian plains--to be snatched away, like Proserpine in the same locality, to the Plutonian shades." "What the deuce then did you come for ?" his lordship enquired.
"Because the idea took me.

I see it won't do.

It really doesn't matter where I am now.

I've exhausted all remedies, I've swallowed all climates.

As I'm here I'll stay.