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“Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are." The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes."Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow."Fuck you," ...”
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”
“I saw thee once - only once - years ago:I must not say how many - but not many.It was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway...”
“A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.”
“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.”
“How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? how had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them, But upon this subject I cannot bear to dil...”
“From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out a narrow and deep river, brighter than all save the eyes of Eleonora; and, winding stealthily abo...”
“Its a case of mistaken identity. Its one big mistake. You werent even in the country when it happened.Maja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup”
“At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Hor...”
“I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she ...”
“Forgive me,' Poe repeated earnestly.I nodded coldly. I was not above acting like a child; I was hardly more tha”
“The man is well inside the train before the dreadful truth occurs to me. He is the man from the newspaper. The rapist. My doppelganger. My mirrored doppelganger.William Wilson in the short story 'M...”
“How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? —how had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them, But upon this subject I cannot bear to di...”
“It’s a case of mistaken identity. It’s one big mistake. You weren’t even in the country when it happened.”Maja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup”
