Ludwig Tieck

“ He who called himself Castalio had sunk as if fainting into a chair: his trembling was so violent that all his limbs fluttered; the muscles of his face quivered with such force that no feature in it could be distinguisht; and after the young men had gazed on it for some time amazedly, they thought with horrour they perceived that from this distortion of all the lineaments came forth the well-known countenance of the aged Apone.
With a loud scream the magician started from his seat, clencht his fists, and foamed at the mouth ”

“ A villain he is, the fiend! cried Antonio: a magician, whom we must put into the inquisition's hands. It is the accursed Beresynth himself, whose name, my honoured friend, you have already heard, and of whom I have told you. ”

“ It may be; folks alter a good deal sometimes; for no man is always in his bloom. But, it strikes me, people ought not to forget me, or to mistake me for any one else, quite so soon as they might many of your smooth nicely painted ninnies. — And you too, as he turned round to the youths, you perchance don't know that wisdommonger there.
— O yes! said Antonio: he is our best friend, the excellent Castalio.
Here the dwarf raised such an enormous shout of laughter, that the walls and windows of the room clattered and echoed it back.
— Castalio! Castalio! ”