I never felt so fervently thankful, so soothed, so tranquil, so filled with the blessed peace, as I did yesterday when I learned that Michael Angelo was dead.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. The Innocents Abroad, ch. 27 (1896).
"I used to worship the mighty genius of Michael Angelo," Twain wrote of his visit to Rome, "but I do not want Michael Angelo for breakfastfor luncheonfor dinnerfor teafor supperfor between meals.... Herehere it is frightful. He designed St. Peter's; he designed the Pope ... the eternal bore designed the Eternal City, and unless all men and books do lie, he painted everything in it!")