by Alexander Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (unsourced…
“ At your age we have faith in life; it is the privilege of youth to believe and hope, but old men see death more clearly. Oh, 'tis here — 'tis here — 'tis over — my sight is gone — my senses fail! Your hand, Dantes! Adieu — adieu!" And raising himself by a final effort, in which he summoned all his faculties, he said, — "Monte Cristo, forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the bed. The crisis was terrible, and a rigid form with twisted limbs, swollen eyelids, and lips flecked with bloody foam, lay on the bed of torture, in place of the intellectual being who so lately rested there. ”
