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Edgar Allan Poe

The Black Cat

“The Black Cat” is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in the August 19, 1843, edition of The Saturday Evening Post. It is a study of the psychology of guilt, often paired in analysis with Poe's “The Tell-Tale Heart”. In both, a murderer carefully conceals his crime and believes himself unassailable, but eventually breaks down and reveals himself, impelled by a nagging reminder of his guilt.
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  • Aaron Hardinсподели впечатлениепреди 5 месеца
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    I loved this book, but I read it out loud to my mom, and she didn't like it guys 😔😔

  • raz Robichauxсподели впечатлениепреди 2 години
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    Woah so, this was the first book I've ever read from him and this is just amazing, The writing and expression were on point. I definitely would recommend this.

  • Alexa Graceсподели впечатлениепреди 3 месеца

    yeah it was gore

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  • raz Robichauxцитирапреди 2 години
    my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat pocket a pen-knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

    Ah, this had frightened me a bit, I feel so sorry for pluto Mostly all black cats remind me of my own that passed in march. 4 months prior to his birthday, his name was Yin I never had a Yang sadly and I wish I had because cats with silky pure white fur are beautiful.

  • YanaLeeцитирапреди 4 години
    But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul.
  • Kelly Linцитирапреди 5 години
    its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed me. By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred.

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