IT IS THE BEATING OF HIS HIDEOUS HEART!
TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.
Current Soundtrack: Timebox, "Beggin'"
Current Mood: losing it 
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4 comments:
Nice. Poe is always good when you're in a snit.
Hope you feel better.
I'd like to think I inspired you.
I wasn't yet caught up with your blog, Willie. It's funny, because I had searched for some writers' graves before deciding on this quote. Fitzgerald's grave was great. http://www.springlake-earth.org/Siren/02feb00/HS/Brooke/grave.jpg
He spent some time in Baltimore, as well. There's actually a surprising amount of literary tradition here. That grave is pretty sweet - the "so we beat on" quote is, in my opinion, the greatest single sentence ever written.
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