The Black Cat
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… One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it, BECAUSE I knew it had loved me, and BEACUSE I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it BEACUSE I knew in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing wore possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.
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From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions.
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Tam uykuya dalmak üzere olduğunuz o an'ı düşünün. Henüz tam dalmadan yarı uyanık olduğunuz o en son an. Uykuya teslim olmadan o son çizgide, tuhaf düşler görürsünüz. Ama o sırada uyursanız bu düşlerin tümünü unutursunuz. İşte ben, o son çizgiden geçip, uyanıyor ve orada gördüğüm garip düşleri yakalıyorum. Benim yazdıklarımın bir kısmı da bu düşlerdi...
biz de bazen yapıyoruz bunu, unutuyoruz kendimizi :)
"Although the Pagan fables are not believed, yet we forvet ourselves continually, and make inferences from them as existing realities."
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napim tabiatim böyle:)
"From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition."
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I mean, the life in the world outside these walls, began to seem like a dream to me. The wild ideas, the dreams inside my head became my real world and then my whole life.
Sayfa 42
Those hours of the night were like a page of strange writing that I could not understand.
Bernice was a Bernice in a dream. I never thought of her as someone real. Bernice was the idea of Bernice. She was something to think about, not someone to love.
I never loved Bernice, even during the brightest days of her beauty. My loves have always been in the world of the mind.
I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time.
"I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time..."
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The Oval Portrait
It was almost impossible to believe that she was just paint , that she wasn't alive.