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31 Dec Three Sundays in a Week
Three Sundays in a Week by Edgar Allan Poe. Three Sundays in a Week YOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!” said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeon — shaking my fist at him in imagination. Only...
22 Dec The Premature Burial
The Premature Burial by Edgar Allan Poe. The Premature Burial THERE are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. These the mere romanticist must eschew, if he do not wish to...
22 Dec The Pit and the Pendulum
The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe. The Pit and the Pendulum 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...
22 Dec The Man of the Crowd
The Man of the Crowd by Edgar Allan Poe. The Man of the Crowd It was well said of a certain German book that “er lasst sich nicht lesen”–it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit...
20 Dec The Landscape Garden
The Landscape Garden by Edgar Allan Poe. The Landscape Garden No more remarkable man ever lived than my friend, the young Ellison. He was remarkable in the entire and continuous profusion of good gifts ever lavished upon him by fortune. From his cradle to...
20 Dec The Business Man
The Business Man by Edgar Allan Poe. The Business Man Method is the soul of business. —OLD SAYING. I am a business man. I am a methodical man. Method is the thing, after all. But there are no people I more heartily despise than...
20 Dec The Black Cat
The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. The Black Cat FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very...
19 Dec The Angel of the Odd
The Angel of the Odd by Edgar Allan Poe. The Angel of the Odd It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room...