‘Where the deuce do you think you’re going?’ said Athos.
‘It’s the fellow himself’, cried d’Artagnan, pale and trembling with rage. ‘Let me get at him!’
‘What fellow?’ asked Athos.
‘That blackguard, my evil genius. I always meet him when there’s trouble brewing [...] I recognized him when the wind blew his hat up. It was him all right!’
– Dumas, Alexander. The Three Musketeers [1844]. Trans. Sudley. New York: Penguin, 653.
Come now, SoMa! Do we really need to talk about those guys right now? Just tell us what El Guaje means in iambic pentameter and let us go liveblog our Cup games in peace.
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