For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions, Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
James Russell Lowell (1856). “Reader! Walk Up at Once (it Will Soon be Too Late) and Buy at a Perfectly Ruinous Rate a Fable for Critics: Or, Better, (I Like, as a Thing that the Reader's First Fancy May Strike, an Old Fashioned Title-page, Such as Presents a Tabular View of the Volume's Contents) a Glance at a Few of Our Literary Progenies (Mrs. Malaprop's Word) from the Tub of Diogenes; a Vocal and Musical Medley”, p.17