Show this bold Prussian that praises slaughter, slaughter brings rout. Teach this slaughter-lover his fall nears.
Grim, no? But remove the first letter of each word and the mood changes:
How his old Russian hat raises laughter — laughter rings out! Each, his laughter over, is all ears.
"Language," wrote Flaubert, "is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity."