Reread “The Pit and the Pendulum” today by Edgar Allan Poe.
Some of the Poeesque word selctions:
- Ultima Thule
I will not spoil the short story’s ending. But it is, shall we say, a cliffhanger.
I remember one time after having visited Whitman’s apartment in Camden, NJ, I made a literary pilgrimage to some of Poe’s old domiciles in Pennsylvania.. They were, as one might expect, masonry, dark, dank, often underground, and cloistered.
I have not made my mind up regarding Poe, and about where he stood. He seemed to be open and susceptible to perhaps too much and was perchance ill-equipped at moderation.
But he spun some magically tantalizing and horror-laden tales from realms of existential torture. About that, there is no doubt.