I’ve always reckoned that looking at the new moon over your left shoulder is one of the carelessest and foolishest things a body can do. old hank bunker done it once, and bragged about it; and in less than two years he got drunk and fell off the shot tower, and spread himself out so that he was just a kind of layer, as you may say; and they slid him edgeways between two doors for a coffin, and buried him so, so they say, but i didn’t see it. pap told me. but anyway it all come of looking at the moon that way, like a fool."mark twain—the adventures of huckleberry finn