| In his Thesaurus of Horror, published in 1817, the English writer John Snart tells the sad tale of a certain Mr. Cornish, who had twice been mayor of Bath. This gentleman died, it was believed, and was duly buried, but after the earth had been shoveled down onto the coffin, a hollow groan was heard from underground. The coffin was speedily dug up and opened, and it was seen that the living corpse’s knees and elbows had been beaten raw. The wretched man’s life could not be saved, however; in his customary highly charged prose, Snart wrote that “he had drunk the bitter cup of superlative misery to the dregs!”
Culled from: Buried Alive
Okay, as soon as I have a chance, I am going to be creating a limited edition cup that says, “The Bitter Cup of Superlative Misery” on the outside and “Dregs” on the inner bottom. Would you buy it? |
Mug, yeeeessssss, I would like to be drinking out of that cup even now.
I would ABSOLUTELY buy that mug.