I have always thought that literature should speak for itself. So here you go: “The Fall of the House of Usher” By Edgar Allan Poe Son cœur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne. —De Béranger. DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year,...
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