“Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns;
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.”
(The Rime of the Ancient Mariner; Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Damn that albatross; I can stand the smell, but the maggots drive me crazy!