I never saw a Wallachian eating or silent.

They talk like madmen, and drink like madmen.

In drinking they use small phials, the contents of which they pour down their throats.

When I first went amongst them I thought the whole nation was under a course of physic, but the terrible jabber of their tongues soon undeceived me.

Drak was the first word I heard on entering Dacia, and the last when I left it.