Last night I was looking for an image of a "cozy chair." This came up.
I think there's a reason I wasn't alive in 1865.
Them: "OH, what happened to your eyes?"
Me: "I was just reading in my chair, leaned over to grab a sip of my sarsaparilla and then violently impaled both my eyes on dirty bear claws. POP POP, out they rolled like delicious blood pudding balls HAHAHHAHHA..."