quote here a brief account of how intense Edgar Allan Poe . This is Shadow - A Parable , Shadow - a parable, published anonymously in 1835 and belonging to the collection of Tales of Terror .
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Yes! While walking in the Valley of the Shadow ...
DAVID, Psalms XXIII
You who read are still among the living, but I write that I'm gone for a long time in the realm of shadows. As, indeed, strange things happen, without secrets will be revealed, and many centuries have elapsed before they memories to be known by humanity. And when will there be anyone who does not believe, and few will doubt that the field will find much to ponder in the words here carved with a steel stylus.
year was a year of terror, and more intense feelings of terror for which there is no name on earth. Since many wonders and signs were manifested, and the length and breadth of the sea and on land, the black wings of the Pestilence were spread. To those, however, who know the stars, was not unknown that the heavens showed a sinister aspect, and to me, the greek Oinos, among others, it was evident that he had arrived the alternation of those seven hundred ninety-four years in which, at the entrance of Aries, the planet Jupiter is conjoined with the red ring of Saturn terrible. The characteristic attitude of the heavens, if I mistake grossly, showed itself not only geometric orbit of the earth but also in the moods, images and meditations of mankind.
Around the carafes of red wine of Chios, one of the solemn walls of a dim city called Ptolemais, we sat one night in groups of seven. Our room could not be accessed except through the only high bronze door, the door itself, fashioned by the artisan artisan Corinnos, was a work of rare perfection and closed from inside. Even the blacks drapes on the walls of the gloomy room, hid from our view the moon, the stars ominous, empty streets, but they could not rule out the same way the presence and the memory of Evil. There were things around us, which are unable to give an exact description - things material and spiritual - heaviness of the atmosphere - a sense of suffocation - anxiety - and, above all, the terrible condition that the neurotic experience when the senses are keenly alert and active, while the powers of the mind lie asleep. A dead weight hung upon us, oppressing our members, the furniture of the house, wine glasses with which we drank; all things were depressed, flattened, with the exception of the flames of seven lamps which illumined our revel. Stretching high into thin beam of light, stays on, pale and motionless in the mirror that lit up the round table of ebony at which we sat around, each of us saw the pallor of his face reflected in the eyes of fellow el'irrequietezza. We laughed and seemed happy, if somewhat 'hysterical, sang the lyrics of Anacreon, a bit' crazy, drank plenty, although the purple wine reminded us of blood. Since there was another guest in our room, in the person of young Zoilus. Dead, lying flat, wrapped in the shroud - was the hero and the demon of the scene.
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