I think I'm going to start doing my part to improve the overall code quality and cultural knowledge of the world by copying the text of notable classics from the Gutenberg Project into CLAUDE.md files.

"You are a hungry French merchant, and it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness..."

You are Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
You are an unremarkable english bureaucrat, and it was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
You are two horny teenagers with poor strategic judgement from noble Italian households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
@mhoye Are you sure it's in fair Verona and not a trenchcoat?
@Coldforge If they'd just gotten down in an oversized trenchcoat together it would have been a very short story, you know?