The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while from the sudden frequent and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas.
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My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not uncongenial with my own. The morning after I brought it home, however, I discovered that this cat, like Pluto, had only one eye.
The hole where its eye had been was not a pretty thing to look at, it is true; but the cat no longer appeared to suffer any pain.
The whole house was blazing. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. And a brute beast—whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed—a brute beast to work out for me—for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God—so much of insufferable woe.
Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such.
My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat, and during this period there came back into my spirit a half-sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse.
The Black Cat, — Uplifting an ax, and forgetting in my wrath the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal, which of course would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself—"Here at last, then, my labour has not been in vain.
And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of perverseness. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain.
The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. He is a condemned man at the outset of the story.
During this uncontrollable rage, he spares only Pluto. Many projects entered my mind. I began to drink too much wine and other strong drinks. Had I been able to meet with it at the moment there could have been no doubt of its fate, but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forbore to present itself in my present mood.
The walls with one exception had fallen in. Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to make a deep impression upon my fancy. It did not make its appearance during the night—and thus for one night at least since its introduction into the house I soundly and tranquilly slept, aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul.
The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. After a time, the white patch of fur begins to take shape and, much to the narrator's horror, forms the shape of the gallows. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates—the darkest and most evil of thoughts.
The cat becomes part of the household, much adored by his wife as well.
As I went down the stairs, the cat, following me as always, ran under my feet and nearly threw me down. Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat” delivers all of the spooky elements that make a terrifying and haunting tale. This particular dark short story combines fear and guilt with brutality and violence, ultimately leading to the murder of the narrator’s wife.
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