I began to think in the Shakespearean manner. It is always soothing.
The Brontës Went to Woolworths by Rachel Ferguson
Shakespeare one gets acquainted with without knowing how... His thoughts and beauties are so spread abroad that one touches them every where, one is intimate with him by instinct.
Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
He remembered Ophelia. All those nights, stripping the wrecked garlands and crumpled white dress from his body, the wrong body, he had been in such trouble, his hands not his hands, the only words in his head her chilly plaints, his hair not his hair, prickling ghoststruck under the mat of long blonde hair he lifted off, nightly. Her breaking song he heard from some lost part of himself crying to get out, to come back in, which?
The Virgin in the Garden by A.S. Byatt
Winston woke up with the word 'Shakespeare' on his lips.
1984 by George Orwell