Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee-- Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quothe the Raven, "Nevermore.

Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]

...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore

That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.