From the penultimate lines of HP Lovecraft's
The Statement of Randolph Carter:
I heard it, and knew no more--heard it as I sat petrified in that unknown cemetery in the hollow, amidst the crumbling stones and the falling tombs, the rank vegetation and the miasmal vapors-- heard it well up from the innermost depths of that damnable open sepulcher as I watched amorphous, necrophagous shadows dance beneath an accursed waning moon.
becomes...
I have the felt and nient'altro did not know--disowned of the petrificato of the fact in socket belongs, as far as the Kirchhof, under that one rocks of émiettage that is company and the graves if, in lux URI eyes the vegetation and those steam miasmal-- condemnable opened of the Sepulcher it is of which it is of the leaves of operation (schedule) to the aerosol to the end the depths the majority of the secret of this, when I to observe the informal dance of the shades and necrófago under the cursed moon of the reduction.
The opening stanza of Edgar Allen Poe's
The Raven:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
becomes...
A time in weaker return the midnight, when I consider weak and I obtain tired, in very it came the data that carriering, that is the forgotten knowledge disowned and peculiar, when folding the title, a manufacture of the hair almost, valve, in the date somebody is burned suddenly easy close and here impressive by portone of the mine of the space. ` “Tis a right of the main computer,” chte is, “, writing with portone of the mine of the space - only this one and you are pleasant more.”
The first three lines of Sisson's translation (Oxford World Classics) of Dante Alighieri's
Divine Comedy:
Halfway along the road we have to go,
I found myself obscured in a great forest,
Bewildered, and I knew I had lost the way
becomes....
In center the way, of that we must follow, we got ourselves to be melancholic in a great forest and are worried and knew that I who estêve moved
And finally...
Schwarznegger's famous line from Terminator 2:
Hasta la vista baby
becomes...
Boy of sight of the auction

This will keep me amused for hours!
You wont find much better anywhere and it's nothing - a rigmarole with a few bits of paper and lots of spiel. That is Mentalism
Tony Corinda