The alcohol pushes the narrator into fits of intemperance and violence, to the point at which everything angers him — Pluto in particular, who is always by his side, becomes the malevolent witch who haunts him even while avoiding his presence.
And in this calculation I was not deceived. He thought of "cutting the corpse into minute fragments," he says, as did the previous narrator in "The Tell-Tale Heart," but rather than dismemberment, he decided to "wall it up in the cellar" in a similar way that Montresor walled up his victim in "The Cask of Amontillado.
Return to the Pool Room. Its walls were loosely constructed and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from hardening. Return to the Fireplace Room. Head towards the estate. This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree.
Go to the second The balck cat edgar allan poe hallway. Zoom into the lever on the windlass drum. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable.
This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. One night, returning home much intoxicated from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence.
Even a search had been instituted - but of course nothing was to be discovered. I am almost ashamed to own—yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own—that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me had been heightened by one of the merest chimeras it would be possible to conceive.
This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed.
It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be difficult to make the reader comprehend. I am almost ashamed to own - yes, even in this felon's cell, I am almost ashamed to own - that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the merest chimeras it would be possible to conceive.
At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments and destroying them by fire. Drag the BOLT 2 in the center of the boiler to the center of the wheel. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. On the fourth day, still no cat.
Yet I will not attempt to expound them.
From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. I not only neglected, but ill-used them. Click on the handle to open the safe.
Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection caused by a false chimney or fireplace, that had been filled up and made to resemble the rest of the cellar.
This was just the reverse of what I had anticipated; but - I know not how or why it was - its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed me. Mad indeed would I be to expect it in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence.
Zoom into the mirror. Close the lid; pick up the KEY X from the test tube. Take a closer look at the rocking chair. I did not, for some weeks, strike or otherwise violently ill-use it, but gradually—very gradually—I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence as from the breath of a pestilence.
Go into the right door. This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach.
Pour cylinder A into cylinder C. And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere humanity. There was a rope about the animal's neck.
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