I’ve often said that Victor Hugo and Douglas Adams were my two favorite authors.
Here’s a rather interesting comparison between the two:
Victor Hugo on Ã†schylus:
Ã†schylus excites you to the very brink of convulsion. His tragical effects are like blows struck at the spectators. When the furies of Ã†schylus make their appearance, pregnant women miscarry. Pollux, the lexicographer, affirms that there were children taken with epilepsy and who died, on looking at those faces of serpents and at those torches violently tossed about.
— Victor Hugo, William Shakespeare, p. 88.
Douglas Adams on the poetry of the Azgoths of Kria
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning” four of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
If forced to choose between watching Aeschylus, or listening to Grunthos, I think I would have a difficult decision to make, based on these reviews, especially if I were a pregnant woman.