[b]Edgar Allan Poe
If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.[/b]
More to the point, what prompted him to suggest this?
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture —a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Based on a true story perhaps?
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
One word: cremation.
I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.
Let’s narrow this truth down here.
To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most hideous aspect of death.
I used to be curious about that too.
Actually, I do have doubts, all the time. Any thinking person does. There are so many sides to every question.
In particular those beastly conflicting goods.