I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we’re obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
…from Beppo: A Venetian Story, by Lord Byron
What was Byron like?
He was a pompous ass…
…from Only Lovers Left Alive, by Jim Jarmusch, starring Loki and Tilda Swinton.