"Fortunato!"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick -- on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.
The Cask of Amontillado
Art by Arnaud de Vallois.
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I had an English teacher in high school who read this story to us from memory. Funny how those things stay with you forever.
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One day in 8th grade, we came back from recess to a darkened classroom. The teacher told us to sit and get comfortable; and instead of Math class, she read "The Tell-Tale Heart" to us. I was so enthralled I could barely breath.
She gave me the book afterwards. :)
You're the coolest.
The Alan Parson's Project album,"Tales of Mystery and Imagination" which is a collection of songs based on Edgar Allen Poe stories is a good listen
thanks for finding & posting this image -so awesome and such an inspiration for me!
thanks for plugging, cheers!
Also, I picked up two of your lovely pumpkins (Lighted Sinister Pumpkin Head, and a Witchy Pumpkin Head) and have to say they are just AWESOME.
I bought them from The Warm Hearth in Julian, CA. They've got a great little Halloween display and your stuff just rocks it. I should find the photos I snapped and post them.
Cool! Thanks for that!
We really appreciate it : )
Would love to see a photo.
It's so cool thinking of those pumpkins in shops.
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