He got into my mouth along with a pickaxe and telescope, battering-ram and other instruments, and drove a lawn-cutting machine up and down my jaws for a couple of hours. When he came out he said he meant wonderful improvements, and it seems I'm going to have a bridge and mill-wheel and summit and crown of gold, and harps, and Lord knows what.

In: Caroline P. Atkinson (ed.), Letters of Susan Hale