E. T. A. Hoffmann,
The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I
“ I drink this cup to the memory of Serapion, saint and martyr, and do you all do likewise!""'With all my heart!' said Cyprian, and the glasses clinked."Looking at the subject all round," said Lothair, "and especially now that Theodore has so thoroughly stirred my bile with that horrible Krespel of his, I am quite reconciled to Cyprian's Serapion. More than that, I honour and reverence his insanity; for none but a grand and genuine poet could have been attacked by a madness of that particular form. ”
