“There is yet spirit in him, were it well directed- but, like the Greek fire, it burns whatever approaches it.”

—  Walter Scott , book Ivanhoe

Source: Ivanhoe (1819), Ch. 43, Malvoisin to Mont-Fitchet

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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832

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