Extraordinary Tales
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Well...
if it isn't my good friend,
The Poet.
I can't say I'm surprised
to find you here.
Whose grave are
you visiting today?
Who's there?
Weeping at the same
grave over again?
Why didn't you choose
any of the others?
Ligeia, Annabel?
Or perhaps Berenice?
So sure Virginia
was going to be the pick
for today's tortured journey.
There's no denying
your affection for her.
What was that poem of yours?
"It was many and many a year ago
whom you may know
"And this maiden she lived
with no other thought...
"Than to love and
be loved by me."
What am I doing?
I recite poetry with a statue!
I must be drunk.
Or mad.
Or both.
I am hallucinating.
Should I answer this one
with another of your stanzas?
"All that we see or seem
"ls but a dream
within a dream..."
Still you have no
clue to who I am.
I am your shadow, your soul.
The object of your obsession.
Are you mad?
My obsession?
Recognize me now, Poe?
Are you feeling lonely?
Longing again for the departed?
Silence!
I came here for solitude.
Not loneliness.
Always obsessed with the dead.
A great subject
for your writings.
It is not obsession
but rather inspiration
which drives my writing.
I wouldn't define it that way.
Remember Roderick Usher?
His compulsive obsession for
caused such a nervous agitation
that it lead him
to an early demise.
It was brotherly love, not
obsession.
Obsession, superstition,
unrequited love.
Who do you want to convince?
It was a magical place
that filled my childhood
with visions
to stir the imagination.
And now, during the whole
of a dull, dark,
and soundless day
in the autumn of another year,
I was alone, passing through
a singularly dreary
tract of country;
within reach of the
melancholy House of Usher.
I know not how it was;
but with my first glimpse
an unexpected sense
of insufferable gloom
pervaded my spirit.
What was it?
What unnerved me so
in the contemplation
of the House of Usher?
Its proprietor, Roderick Usher,
had been one of my boon
companions in boyhood;
but many years had elapsed
since our last meeting.
His letter, however,
in a distant part
of the country.
I scanned more narrowly
the real aspect of the building.
Its principal feature
seemed to be that
of an excessive antiquity.
acute bodily illness,
of a mental disorder
which oppressed him,
and brought an
earnest desire to see me,
as his best,
and indeed his only
personal friend, in an attempt
to alleviate some of his malady;
and I, accordingly,
obeyed forthwith
what I still considered
a very singular
and haunting summons.
I gazed upon him with a feeling
half of pity, half of awe.
Frederick!
My dear friend,
I have after all this time
been waiting for your arrival!
an overdone cordiality.
It was with difficulty
with the companion
of my early boyhood.
He entered into what
he conceived to be
the nature of his malady.
The most insipid food
was alone endurable.
The odors of all flowers
proved oppressive;
his eyes were tortured
by even a faint light.
And there were but
peculiar sounds
which inspired him with horror.
I began to question
my worthiness
of being present for my friend,
who now existed in a world
of which I held no key.
I shall perish!
I dread the events
of the future!
I feel that the period
when I must abandon
life and reason together,
in some struggle
with the grim phantasm...
...fear.
But what do you fear, Roderick?
I must know what
is it that torments
your every moment.
I admit that
much of the peculiar gloom which
afflicts me could be traced
to a severe
and long continued illness.
I speak of my tenderly
beloved sister, Madeline.
My sole companion
for so many long years,
my last
and only relative on earth.
Roderick spoke with
such bitterness,
which made me shudder.
And yet, I could tell
of his complete devotion
towards his sister.
Madeline...
Her decease
will leave me as the last
of the ancient
race of the Ushers.
His voice trembled
as he recounted how even in
her youth, Madeline would fear
the outside world.
Roderick loved his sister
for her purity,
but the foreboding doom
was forever present.
The Usher's life of loneliness
will mean there will be no heir.
But on the closing in
of the evening of my arrival
at the house,
she succumbed
to the prostrating power
of the destroyer.
She is dead!
Madeline has died!
She has left me!
At the request of
Roderick Usher,
I personally aided him
in the arrangements
for the temporary entombment.
And now,
some days of bitter grief
having elapsed,
an observable change
came over the features of the
mental disorder of my friend.
At times, again, I was
obliged to resolve all
into the mere inexplicable
vagaries of madness.
For I beheld him
gazing upon vacancy
for long hours,
in an attitude
of the profoundest attention,
as if listening to some
imaginary sound.
It was no wonder
that his terrifying condition
was creeping upon me,
the wild influence
of his fantastic
yet impressive superstitions.
And you have not seen it?
Then you shall!
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