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Publié par | The Floating Press |
Date de parution | 01 août 2011 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781775451204 |
Langue | English |
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THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER
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EDGAR ALLAN POE
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The Fall of the House of Usher First published in 1839 ISBN 978-1-775451-20-4 © 2011 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
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The Fall of the House of Usher Endnotes
The Fall of the House of Usher
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Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitot qu'on le touche il resonne. DE BERANGER.
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in theautumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in theheavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through asingularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself,as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of themelancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was—but, with thefirst glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloompervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling wasunrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic,sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternestnatural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon thescene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscapefeatures of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacanteye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few whitetrunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which Ican compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to theafter-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse intoeveryday life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There wasan iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemeddreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination couldtorture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused tothink—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation ofthe House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could Igrapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as Ipondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactoryconclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinationsof very simple natural objects which have the power of thusaffecting us, still the analysis of this power lies amongconsiderations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected,that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of thescene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient tomodify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowfulimpression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horseto the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay inunruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with ashudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled andinverted images of the grey sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems,and the vacant and eye-like windows.
Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed tomyself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher,had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many years hadelapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had latelyreached me in a distant part of the country—a letter fromhim—which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of noother than a personal reply. The MS gave evidence of nervousagitation.