The Raven Page #3

"Of many far wiser than we -

"And neither the angels

in heaven above,

"Nor the demons

down under the sea,

"Can ever dissever my soul

from the soul

"Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."

Do you like it?

I think that it is the most romantic

thing I've ever read.

So, I had to hear about your stunt

all afternoon.

I wanted to see if I could get that

vein on the side of his neck

to finally explode.

I think Father has begun to suspect.

Yes, and I consider it my duty

to wrestle you away

from that gun-toting Philistine.

And into the arms of you,

of all people?

- Who better?

- Then why antagonize him?

I can't help it.

I despise people who despise me.

Edgar, we need to talk.

- What is Carl eating?

- A heart.

- A human heart?

- Mm-hm.

- How in heaven did you come by it?

- An admirer works at the morgue.

I was searching for inspiration.

So tell me again exactly...

how much... money you made

from your self-proclaimed

world-famous poem about that bird?

Raven. $9. But did I mention

that it's world-famous?

Edgar... Edgar.

We can't go on like this.

Emily, what do you want?

I want you to get up off your knees

unless you intend to use

that position for another purpose.

The imagination reels

with possibilities.

But what did you have in mind

specifically?

A proposal.

You mean marriage?

It's not such a horrible thought.

People still do it from time to time.

- Really? When?

- When they're in love, I suppose.

If I were in love with that person,

would I think about her all the time?

Most likely.

And would I spend

every waking moment

desiring to smother the other

with affection?

It has been described as such.

Emily, you are my greatest -

and only - inspiration.

Emily Hamilton,

will you be my wife?

Yes.

I love you.

You ridiculous man.

Now, what do we do about

your dear, dear, gun-toting father'?

I've been thinking about that.

We'll tell him at my birthday ball,

in front of all of Baltimore.

If I were a better man,

I'd forbid it.

- But you're not.

- I know.

I found some possibilities

for you, Inspector.

All are gruesome, if you ask me.

"A careful search soon

brought to light the hidden spring.

"I pressed it,

and, satisfied with the discovery,

"forbore to upraise the sash."

That's it.

Edgar Allan Poe.

Find the Raven, never flitting

still is sitting, still is sitting

On that pallid bust of Pallas

just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming

of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him steaming

throws his shadow on the oor;

My soul from out that shadow

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