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Edgar Allan Poe

The Black Cat

  • raz Robichauxje citiralaпре 2 године
    my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

    Ah, this had frightened me a bit, I feel so sorry for pluto Mostly all black cats remind me of my own that passed in march. 4 months prior to his birthday, his name was Yin I never had a Yang sadly and I wish I had because cats with silky pure white fur are beautiful.

  • YanaLeeje citiralaпре 4 године
    But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul.
  • Kelly Linje citiraoпре 5 година
    its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed me. By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred.
  • Alexa Graceje citiraoпрошлог месеца
    Evil thoughts became my sole intimates—the darkest and most evil of thoughts.
  • Lera Potapenkoje citiraoпрошле године
    , I say, the image of a hideous—of a ghastly thing—of the Gallows
  • Lera Potapenkoje citiraoпрошле године
    There was a rope about the animal's neck.
  • Lera Potapenkoje citiraoпрошле године
    I approached and saw, as if graven in bas-relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat.
  • Lera Potapenkoje citiraoпрошле године
    he whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration.
  • Lera Potapenkoje citiraoпрошле године
    One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree—hung it with the tears streaming fr
  • Ziaje citiraoпрошле године
    by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman—a howl—a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the damned in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation.
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