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  • By the Last Breath of the Four Winds that Blow

    From Volume 2 of The Raven Edition of The Works of E.A.P. The Cask of AmontilladoEdgar Allan Poe “Pass your hand, “I said, “over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must Continue reading

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  • A Dream Within A Dream

    From Volume 3 of The Raven Edition of The Works of E.A.P. Narrative of A. Gordon PymEdgar Allan Poe This bear, upon admeasurement, proved to be full fifteen feet in his greatest length. His wool was perfectly white, and very coarse, curling tightly. The eyes were of a blood red, and larger than those of Continue reading

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  • Elementary Penguin

    From Volume 4 of The Raven Edition of The Works of E.A.P. Mellonta TauntaEdgar Allan Poe Now I do not complain of these ancients so much because their logic is, by their own showing, utterly baseless, worthless and fantastic altogether, as because of their pompous and imbecile proscription of all other roads of Truth, of Continue reading

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  • Preface

    From Volume 5 of The Raven Edition of The Works of E.A.P. PoemsEdgar Allan Poe TOTHE NOBLEST OF HER SEXTHE AUTHOR OF“THE DRAMA OF EXILE”–TOMISS ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNINGOF ENGLANDI DEDICATE THIS VOLUMEWITH THE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC ADMIRATION ANDWITHTHE MOST SINCERE ESTEEM1845 E.A.P. These trifles are collected and republished chiefly with a view to their redemption from Continue reading

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  • Grooving Up Slowly

    It’s the Ides of February, I’m about to look out the window and see if I’m snowed in or not. Northanger AbbeyJane Austen “Then we are on very unequal terms, for I understand you perfectly well.” “Me? Yes; I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.” “Bravo! An excellent satire on modern language.” “But pray Continue reading

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  • You Can’t Help an Old Stare

    Happy Valentines Day Mansfield ParkJane Austen Sir Thomas, after a moment’s thought, recommended speculation. He was a whist player himself, and perhaps might feel that it would not much amuse him to have her for a partner. “Very well,” was her ladyship’s contented answer; “then speculation, if you please, Mrs. Grant. I know nothing about Continue reading

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  • We Can Shine Like The Sun

    Tess of the d’UrbervillesThomas Hardy And by a sort of fascination the three girls, one after another, crept out of their beds, and came and stood barefooted round Tess. Retty put her hands upon Tess’s shoulders, as if to realize her friend’s corporeality after such a miracle, and the other two laid their arms round Continue reading

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  • I’m Not Taking Requests At This Time

    It’s the weekly Monday morning (although I’m typing this up in the evening) part of this blog that’s completely out of character with the rest. (And now not even finished and posted until Tuesday morning due to Amazon Music crapping out at the moment I needed it.) Anna Calvi & Nick Launay – Miquelon – Continue reading

  • Trusting in the Fire

    Yesterday I nearly posted something like “Go Chiefs” but refrained in case history would laugh. Would’ve been fine, but it’s not like I watched the game. PersuasionJane Austen Lady Russell had only to listen composedly, and wish them happy, but internally her heart revelled in angry pleasure, in pleased contempt, that the man who at Continue reading

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  • As If!

    It’s Super Bowl Sunday. I still haven’t gotten over the Steelers paying off the refs in Super Bowl XL EmmaJane Austen “Mr. Knightley I declare!–I must speak to him if possible, just to thank him. I will not open the window here; it would give you all cold; but I can go into my mother’s Continue reading

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