
"When the voice of your salutation sounded in my ears, the infant in my womb leapt for joy, alleluia."
"Like one, that on a lonesome road / Doth walk in fear and dread / And, having once turned round, walks on / And turns no more his head / Because he knows a frightful fiend / Doth close behind him tread" - Coleridge, Rime of the Ancient Mariner