The haughty foreign secretary, to whom for the next fifty years all stories of aristocratic pachydermy were attached, was still to come.

For two-and-twenty years he [Doctor Guillotin], unguillotined, shall hear nothing but guillotine, see nothing but guillotine; then dying, shall through long centuries wander, as it were, a disconsolate ghost, on the wrong side of Styx and Lethe; his name like to outlive Cæsar’s.

Giraldus Cambrensis speaks of Annomination , which he describes to be what we call Alliteration , as the favourite rhetorical figure of both the Welsh and English in his time

Stick a votive candle in it and fire that mother up, right?