" One female magnifican, who hardly ever dropped in on us, for some unknown reason took a shine to me and once, after downing Lord knows how many mugs of mineral oil, whispered: “Thou art cute. Wilt have me? Let us hyen to my hous, our-selven ther for to up-hooken . . .” I pretended that a sudden cathode discharge had made it impossible for me to hear her words. "

― Stanisław Lem , The Star Diaries: Further Reminiscences of Ijon Tichy