“Yes,” I said, “for the love of God!”
I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!
But there arose in our pathway a shrouded human figure, very far larger in its proportions than any dweller among men. And the hue of the skin of the figure was of the perfect whiteness of the snow.
Best quote of that line, without a doubt, was by Alfred Bester, 2260.
“I want this to be perfect,” said Stendahl, holding his lantern up so its light penetrated in upon the slumped figure. “Jingle your bells softly.” The bells rustled. “Now, if you’ll please say, 'For the love of God, Montresor,’ I might let you free.”
The man’s face came up in the light. There was a hesitation. Then grotesquely the man said, “For the love of God, Montresor.”
“Ah,” said Stendahl, eyes closed. He shoved the last brick into place and mortared it tight. “Requiescat in pace, dear friend.”
I’m going to build a wall, it’ll be a beautiful wall, really the best, and Fortunato will pay for it!
Leaving this here for the subthread title. .
I could not carry on not posting this here…
Maybe it will stop haunting me now?
I have that album! I like to listen to it around Halloween.
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