I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all together, at an Italian opera, without fancying myself at Athens, listening to that particular tragedy, by Sophocles, in which he introduces a full chorus of turkeys, who set about bewailing the death of Meleager.
Edgar Allan PoeBoston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.
Edgar Allan Poe