Was listening to Tourniquet's Vanishing Lessons just a while ago. It was a piece of good music and i was reminded of an excerpt in the interlude of the song, quoted by....I don't know...Vincent Price maybe? But it was from Edgar Alan Poe's Masque of the Red Death, a symbolic tale of the Black plague if I'm not wrong...
"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless, which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost , to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made." - Edgar Allan Poe, the Masque of the Red Death
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