I have always thought that literature should speak for itself. So here you go:
“The Fall of the House of Usher”
Son cœur est un luth suspendu;
Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveler upon opium—the bitter lapse into every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled luster by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodeled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows…
Read the rest of “The Fall of the House of Usher,” by Edgar Allan Poe
here, or feel free to listen below:
“The Fall of the House of Usher,” by Edgar Allan Poe Audiobook (1/2)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4m7PeRHDP8
“The Fall of the House of Usher,” by Edgar Allan Poe Audiobook (2/2)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-383m7R6rd0
If any knows where the full length copy of this film can be found, please let me know.
“The Fall of the House Of Usher,” Narrated by Sir Christopher Lee, CBE, CStJ, Directed by Raúl García, and Written by Edgar Allan Poe
