Does anyone else just randomly think about this passage from Octavia Roberts With Lafayette in America:
The halls no more resound with the groans and sighs of the wounded. To-day the house of the brethren has become a school for girls. In the lively fancy of these young persons a certain spot on the floor of one of the rooms with deeply recessed windows became for them "the blood of Lafayette." "The blood of Lafayette is under your bed," they would whisper to some newcomer in one of the neat dormitories. When the spot was painted out, they sighed in their sense of deprivation, "We have lost the blood of Lafayette." The fact that Lafayette had at no time been housed here in no way detracted from the girls' pleasure in the story, for they loved to cherish even the imaginary sign of the presence of that guest who once upon a time came to the little town of Bethlehem
Nope? Just me then.