Fortunato Monologue

“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat.”

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

1. When Fortunato has too much to drink and starts coughing from the Nitre, Montresor acts compassionate using reverse psychology, still leading him to his death. “Come, we will go back; your health is precious” (Poe 293).

It seems like every passing day there is a shadow that is after me. I’m left with parts of me eaten away and left my mind corrupted from its everyday thoughts. The darkness steadily dissolves me away from the eyes that are known to be inquisitive. The burden that was left on me has more pressure than I expected for what i have completed. I discovered that revenge is made to be short lived. What i did was completely horrifying. The inferior thing is that I was able to acquire with my crime. It doesn’t matter what time it is, everyday there will always be a small voice in my head reminding me of the defenseless cries performed by fortunato. The man that I caused to perish, immersed in the catacombs. A month has passed since fortunato's disappearance, and the town still wonders where he has disappeared to. Examining the difficulty of mourning families caused me to really think, specifically today. The events leading up to fortunato's death played in my mind like a movie. It sends me back to the time when I was young and no one loved me, including my mother. When fortunato entered my life he made a big mistake which ended him in misery.

Fortunato and I had gone to school with each other long ago, though were never friends. He’d bully me for my stubbiness, as I were short and chubby unlike the other kids. He’s hurt me ever since that day. I was playing with the friends that I did have once and he had tripped me on purpose, resulting in breaking my ankle and leaving me with a permanent limp forever. When I was, a mere adolescent had my first girlfriend, Fortunato had stolen her from me, they’d gone to a ball together hoping I wouldn’t find out though I’d known long before they knew. I puked on her face, I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not know. I courted his sister hoping he knows I want to be in his family. We get married and he still doesn’t like me, I had a child with

It is the twenty-third of May, and a civil outrage has occurred in the city of Verona. While investigating the remnants of the situation, I am in awe as I gaze upon regards of fruits and vegetables scattered around the main town. There are multiple dead bodies laid around the land, and Some merchants are still trying to readjust their fruit carts upright after they had been bashed over. I command my horse over to interrogate an old lady that was trying to collect her apples off of the street. The lady’s name is Jane Bernal, and she was a witness to the brawl that had occured. She proclaimed that the brawl happened when Tybalt Capulet bit his thumb at Benvolio Montague. He then proceeded to draw his sword, dueling Benvolio. This is the first

He was the cause of the pain in my heart. I knew at that moment when he took my most precious possession, he was a dead man. It all started when he took her. I was the witness, the victim. We were good friends, Fortunato and I were. One day I came upon a beauty. Léonie was her name. She was the most elegant out of all the

Reporter stated the following: He (Brycion) is the victim. He was asleep in the bed and woke up. He (Ben) was hunting him. He said he found me and took a whole of my man part. The mother got involved because she told Ben to leave. He did not say if the mom called the police because Ben left. This happened last night. He told Dr. Brumfield this morning he had to tell her something. He was then brought into my office. When we questioned him he said Ben drives a vehicle. He said Ben stays at home and is not in school. We have not called the mom because she will come at 9 for IEP meeting. We will talk to the mom at the meeting. If the mom does not show up for the meeting we will call her. It sounded like this is the first time this has happened.

How long have I been here? How long since I gave up my pride to grovel at the feet of ---?

I do but keep the peace, yet alas, neither word nor blade would part the sworn foes and prevent the fatal brawl. As I now lament by the river after speaking with the Prince I cannot help but recall the horrific events of yesterday. The king of cats and his mercurial opponent were destined to perform the dance of swords, the passado, the punto reverso and the hai. Woe me, I alone am to blame for these tragic events, I should have restrained brave Mercutio when he began to insult the house of Capulet, I needed to warn young Romeo about Tybalt’s challenge and try to diffuse the violence. I keep replaying yesterday’s events in my head, discovering ways I could have beat down their swords, but alas I did not, and brave Mercutio was slain.

Mercuito; You have stated that thou shall not go missing before, but yet here thee stand, taller and stronger than before!

I remember when we were little kids, me and Banquo would always go to each other house's to play and one day we decided to play outside on a rainy day and we came home with muddy clothes and shoes, we were inseparable. Banquo, the person who we are all here gathered to honor was my best friend since we were both kids and I will never forgot him and always and forever keep him in my thoughts. As I said Banquo and I were inseparable as kids, we did everything together. Banquo and I lived near each other which worked to our benefit since their wasn't a day were we weren't playing soldiers or some other game we would invent. In our prime years we started to play grown up games and tried our best to prove that we were grown ups and not

Fortunato's family is very distrusted and angry with Montresor for killing him. He understands their anger so he felt like the only polite and human thing was to do was to take on all the costs and host Fortunato's funeral. Montresor knows killing him was not right and I still for guilty for doing all of the terrible things that he did to Montresor but he is still angry enough to get revenge on him and his family. After speaking at his funeral and hearing all these other people speak I could only hear his insults and hurtful words in my head; "your business will never succeed", "why do you even try you know I am the best and I have the best". With those all those insults in the back of my head I no longer felt guilty for executing him and taking

He is surprised to find the real Amontillado, but his astonishment does not last long. He is really frightened by Montresor’s behavior. First, he regains his consciousness completely and gives “a low moaning cry”. When he finds out that Montresor intends to kill me, he is terrified and bursts out “a succession of loud and shrill screams”. Fortunato is so terrified, helpless and desperate that he has a mental breakdown and becomes insane.

Fortunato and I were never the most “compatible”, but I never imagined we'd end up the way we did. Fortunato was rich, but insanely idiotic in any subject besides wine. He and I shared immense connoisseurship of wine, the only thing we really had in common other than our wealth. Being competitive experts, we had our petty arguments. However, he had betrayed me and ruined my name. Unfortunately for him, he had not realized that I possess an intense passion for the ideals of avenging yourself when you've been wronged.