Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present; and I feel now
The future in an instant.
- Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act I, Scene III
And I must borrow every changing shape
To find expression... dance, dance
Like a dancing bear,
Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance -
- T.S. Eliot, Portrait of a Lady