Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Devils
, tr. David Magarshack (Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 1971), p. 66:
'Isn't that a translation from the French?' he laughed, tapping the book with his fingers.
'No, that's not a translation from the French!' Liputin cried spitefully, jumping up from his chair. 'That's a translation from the universal language of mankind, and not only from the French! From the language of the universal social republic and universal harmony — that's what it is, sir! And not only from the French!'
'Dear me,' Nicholas went on, laughing; 'but there isn't such a language, is there?'