Welcome to Scribd. Sign in or start your free trial to enjoy unlimited e-books, audiobooks & documents.Find out more
Download
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
2Activity
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
Edgar Allan Poe - Cask of Amontillado, The

Edgar Allan Poe - Cask of Amontillado, The

Ratings: (0)|Views: 18|Likes:
Published by asatan

More info:

Published by: asatan on Feb 23, 2010
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial

Availability:

Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as TXT, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less

10/21/2012

pdf

text

original

 
The Cask of AmontilladoEdgar Allan PoeTHE thousand injuries of Fortunato I hadborne as I best could, but when he ven-tured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You,who so well know the nature of my soul, will notsuppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat.AT LENGTH I would be avenged; this was a point de-finitively settled -- but the very definitiveness withwhich it was resolved precluded the idea of risk.I must not only punish, but punish with impunity.A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakesits redresser. It is equally unredressed when theavenger fails to make himself felt as such to himwho has done the wrong.It must be understood that neither by word nordeed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my goodwill. I continued as was my wont, to smile in hisface, and he did not perceive that my smile NOW wasat the thought of his immolation.He had a weak point -- this Fortunato -- althoughin other regards he was a man to be respected andeven feared. He prided himself on his connoisseur-ship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuosospirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adoptedto suit the time and opportunity to practise impos-ture upon the British and Austrian MILLIONAIRES. Inpainting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his country-men, was a quack, but in the matter of old wines hewas sincere. In this respect I did not differ fromhim materially; I was skilful in the Italian vintagesmyself, and bought largely whenever I could.It was about dusk, one evening during the su-preme madness of the carnival season, that I encoun-tered my friend. He accosted me with excessivewarmth, for he had been drinking much. The manwore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-stripeddress and his head was surmounted by the conicalcap and bells. I was so pleased to see him, that Ithought I should never have done wringing hishand.I said to him -- "My dear Fortunato, you areluckily met. How remarkably well you are look-ing to-day! But I have received a pipe of whatpasses for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
 
"How?" said he, "Amontillado? A pipe? Im-possible? And in the middle of the carnival?""I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was sillyenough to pay the full Amontillado price withoutconsulting you in the matter. You were not to befound, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.""Amontillado!""I have my doubts.""Amontillado!""And I must satisfy them.""Amontillado!""As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi.If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tellme" --"Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.""And yet some fools will have it that his taste isa match for your own.""Come let us go.""Whither?""To your vaults.""My friend, no; I will not impose upon yourgood nature. I perceive you have an engagementLuchesi" --"I have no engagement; come.""My friend, no. It is not the engagement, butthe severe cold with which I perceive you are af-flicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. Theyare encrusted with nitre."
 
"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merelynothing. Amontillado! You have been imposedupon; and as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguishSherry from Amontillado."Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of myarm. Putting on a mask of black silk and drawinga roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered himto hurry me to my palazzo.There were no attendants at home; they hadabsconded to make merry in honour of the time.I had told them that I should not return until themorning and had given them explicit orders notto stir from the house. These orders were sufficient,I well knew, to insure their immediate disappear-ance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giv-ing one to Fortunato bowed him through severalsuites of rooms to the archway that led into thevaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase,requesting him to be cautious as he followed. Wecame at length to the foot of the descent, and stoodtogether on the damp ground of the catacombs ofthe Montresors.The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bellsupon his cap jingled as he strode."The pipe," said he."It is farther on," said I; "but observe the whitewebwork which gleams from these cavern walls."He turned towards me and looked into my eyeswith two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of in-toxication."Nitre?" he asked, at length"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had thatcough!""Ugh! ugh! ugh! -- ugh! ugh! ugh! -- ugh!ugh! ugh! -- ugh! ugh! ugh! -- ugh! ugh! ugh!My poor friend found it impossible to reply for

You're Reading a Free Preview

Download
scribd
/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->