From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:

"come to me, come to me."
—Jean Ray, Malpertuis [emphasis ours, if we may be so bold]

Bells, bells, they swing and sway, they wag and weave through their whole arc on their beams, in their seats, hundred-voiced, in Babylonish confusion.  Slow and swift, blaring and booming—there is neither measure nor harmony, they talk all at once and all together, they break in even on themselves; on clang the clappers and leave no time for the excited metal to din itself out, for like a pendulum they are already back at the other edge, droning into its own droning; so that when echo still resounds: "In te Domine speravi" [In Thee, O Lord, I have hoped], it is uttering already "Beati quorum tecta sunt peccata" [Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven] into its own midst.  —Thomas Mann, The Holy Sinner [emphasis ours]

From Prof. Oddfellow's sketchbook:

"Documents that treat of the darkest past could cast some light on the immediate future."
—Leonora Carrington, The Stone Door

"Facts give the appearance of milestones but are, in reality, only empty eggshells; they are the insistent popping of champagne corks at the tables of the rich, which only a simpleton would take for the banquet itself."
—Gustav Meyrink, The Golem