Melmoth The Wanderer (1821), Charles Maturin
A man sells his soul for 150 years of extra life, but 'life' on this hell we call earth, during times of inquisition and what not. Many tales on tales, tales within tales--a gothic, do ya--all centered on this rarely seen boogie man Melmoth. If the damned fella can get someone to take his place, he'll be alright, but I don't see it happening.
(Word of advice to young lovers--don't do yer business during thunderstorms, lest ye be blasted by those heavenly lightening bolts)
Only trouble is LOTS of annotations, which means I'm constantly flipping to the back for clarification. I should skip em, cause they interrupt the flow of the story, but just can't. It's how I learn all my obscure and useless knowledge. F'rinstance, did you know, back in the 1600s, well-to-do ladies wore a curl of hair gummed to their temples called a 'beau catcher'?