Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXII

But she, not noticing her sister, lies with a book in bed, page after page keeps turning over, and says nothing. Although that book displayed neither the sweet inventions of a poet, nor sapient truths, nor pictures, yet neither Virgil, nor Racine, nor Scott, nor nor Seneca, nor even [Byron, the Magazine of Ladies' Fashions ever engrossed anybody so much: it was, friends, Martin Zadeck,33 head of Chaldean sages, divinistre, interpreter of dreams.