Thomas Love Peacock,
Nightmare Abbey
“ MARIONETTA My cousin Scythrop has of late had an air of mystery about him, which gives me great uneasiness.MR FLOSKY That is strange: nothing is so becoming to a man as an air of mystery. Mystery is the very key-stone of all that is beautiful in poetry, all that is sacred in faith, and all that is recondite in transcendental psychology. I am writing a ballad which is all mystery; it is 'such stuff as dreams are made of,' and is, indeed, stuff made of a dream; for, last night I fell asleep as usual over my book, and had a vision of pure reason. ”
