I WAS sick, sick unto death, with that long agony, and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence, the dread sentence of death, was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum.
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2 comments:
Man, do I ever love stop motion animation. The inquisitors faces are so subtly expressive, chilling.
This is my personal favorite adaptation of The Pit and the Pendulum though:
http://scarstuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/richard-taylor-nightmare-major-records.html
I love me some Poe!
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