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"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.
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
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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