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http://www.erbzine.com/mag18/mrjocko.htm#ch1

Ruth Weston's father had been a "consulting chemist," and a man who devoted much time to philosophical research. He had experimented largely on the extraction of dyes from the waste products of gasworks, and in economic operations for converting the refuse of manufactures to profitable uses. He had patented many useful inventions, and in the last years of his life he began to reap tangible results in income. He was well known and respected in scientific circles, but mixed very little in general society, and spent most of his evenings in his study or his laboratory.

http://rbsche.people.wm.edu/teaching/grimmelshausen/bk1-chap11.html

And presently they came to a cask, which they burst open, and therein found a fellow that had neither nose nor ears, and yet still lived. He, when he was somewhat revived, and had recognized some of the troop, told them how on the day before, as some of his regiment were a-foraging, the peasants had caught six of them. And of these they first of all, about an hour before, had shot five dead at once, making them stand one behind another; and because the bullet, having already passed through five bodies, did not reach him, who stood sixth and last, they had cut off his nose and ears, yet before that had forced him to render to five of them the filthiest service in the world* . But when he saw himself thus degraded by these rogues without shame or knowledge of God, he had heaped upon them the vilest reproaches, though they were willing now to let him go. Yet in the hope one of them would from annoyance send a ball through his head, he called them all by their right names: yet in vain. Only this, that when he had thus chafed them they had clapped him in the cask here present and buried him alive, saying, since he so desired death they would not cheat him of his amusement.

I read Grimmelshausen's Simplicissimus back in the late 70s. I have not forgotten it and doubt I ever could. It convinced me that if there were any war in history that surpassed WWI for barbaric slaughter in the name of pointless idiocy, then it must be the Thirty Years War.