Alas, poor Kwai Chang Caine! I knew him, Spill users:

A fellow of infinite wisdom, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on many sage words a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rims at it, whatever the hell that means. Here hung those lips that I have heard through your flute I know not how oft. Where be your words now? Your skill? Your songs? Your flashes of action, that were wont to set the children and adults on a roar? Not one now, to mock your acting? Now get you to Hollywood's chamber, and tell her, let her stop these rumours of your passing, that shock and terrorise those who followed your teachings, and show them what made you so great ; make them laugh at that.