Letter To Fortunato By Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allen Poe Edgar Allen Poe's life was bombarded with misery, financial problems, and death but he still managed to become a world-renowned writer. Although he attended the most prestigious of schools he was often looked over as a writer and poet during his career. His stories were odd and misunderstood during their time. However, now they are loved a read by millions.

After completing the assassination of my dearest friend, Fortunato (IRONY), I exited the Montressor Catacombs. On the way back to my palazzo, I thought of countless excuses, if one were to question where Fortunato went. Hearing the noisy street, and seeing the light I hurried back. Entering my chamber, I saw, what looked to be a raven on my windowsill, with blood red eyes that stared into my soul. Frightened, I rushed to the window, to find nothing there. Reassuring myself, I sat down and reasoned it was because I didn’t have much sleep. Resting for quite sometime, I started to drift off. Somehow my mind thought of Fortunato. Did he trust me that much, or was he just in it for the Amontillado? How idiotic, of him to fall for that. Nevertheless,

     We don’t really know much about Fortunato: just enough to know that he must not have really known the true heart of his friend. He must not have

It was about a week later and I was in the middle of tracking down Montresor, it took me a while because he was not in town, but when I finally found him I was able to communicate with him and call him down to the police station. When I first saw him I remember thinking he was a very strange man. About thirty-eight years old, he had a very strange sparkle in his arms. “Good afternoon Detective” he said with a grin and that crazy sparkle in his eyes. “Good afternoon sir. “ I replied. “Do you know why you are here?” “Well, I was informed it had to do with my good old friend Mr. Fortunato… ah such a shame what they did to him don’t you think?” “Yeah…” I said

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.

Montresor does this by flattering and acting concerned about the health of Fortunato when really his only concern is killing Fortunato. While in the wine cellar, Montresor says to Fortunato, “Come, we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi-.” Montresor does an excellent job of being Fortunatos’ friend and at the same time convinces him to continue drinking and telling him, “A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps.” Montresor was not trying to defend either one of them, his only purpose was to place Fortunato into a higher state of drunkenness. Montresor causes Fortunato to become so drunk that while he was being chained to the wall by Montresor, “He was too much astounded to resist.” “The Cask of Amontillado” is filled with many ironies and also life lessons; such as know who your real friends are. Fortunato thought his real friend was Montresor when, in reality, Montresor was anything but his friend. Not only did Montresor fake his sincerity towards Fortunato, he was also vengeful and very intelligent in his actions to kill Fortunato.

While at the carnival, Fortunato spotted a woman and it was love at first sight. The two hit it off right away! He felt his life was about to change for the better.

Throughout the story the narrator continues to show this side of him. The text states, “...but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.” This textual evidence supports the claim by illustrating how he want Fortunato dead because of a little insult. Another example showing the insanity of the narrator is shown on page 4 which says, “We continued our route in search of the amontillado…

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.

As the story progresses, Montresor devises a careful plan to lure Fortunato to his death trap, but he is careful enough not to place himself at risk. He approaches him at a carnival, and plays on his victim’s weakness for wine by offering to show him a brand of wine akin to the light Spanish sherry, Amontillado (8). The narrator presents an interesting description of his encounter with Fortunato at the carnival; at first expressing dislike for his friend’s behavior by claiming that he approached him with too much warmth since he was drunk, but then he adds that he was extremely delighted to see Fortunato at that particular moment. This illustrates the depth of Montresor’s desire to exert revenge on his friend, since the sole reason of his pleasure at seeing Fortunato is that he knew his plans had taken off, and he anticipated the satisfaction of the act of brutal revenge.

Hi I am Dr.Williams.I am here for Mr. Poe the man that killed his boss. I had been asking him what had happened on that crazy night. Some of what he told me I could not believe it. He really did that but the weird thing that drove him to kill was the old man’s eye.

In Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe states, “We loved with a love that was more than love.” This saying is used by thousands of people everyday to their soul mate. The American Renaissance, which began in 1828 through 1865. Poe was an Anti-Transcendentalist, he wrote mostly about self-destruction (sin). Edgar Allan Poe enjoyed writing about death, sinful acts, and how others felt towards sin.

Once Fortuanto was officially dead, Montressor’s revenge had been fulfilled. “For half a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!” Fortunato’s corpse is now amongst other dead family members belonging to Montressor, and although Montressor was the cause of Fortunato’s death, he still says “may he rest in peace.” Montressor didn’t really mean it because if he did feel any remorse towards Fortuanto, he wouldn’t have killed him in the first place. Death is definitely an important theme for this short story.

Edgar Allan Poe, a very famous author, had a hard life when it came to others dying. It seemed as though almost everyone he loved died of tuberculosis. When he was little, his father abandoned him and his family, and his mother later died or illness. He was adopted by the Allan family where he was dearly loved by his foster mother, but not so much his foster father. Later in life, many members of his family had died, and he married his 13 year old cousin, Virginia, when when he was 25. She had later died of tuberculosis, which set Poe over the edge. He started to get drunk more often and gamble more. In Edgar Allan Poe’s stories, he includes love connections, loss of loved ones, and the inevitability of death, which all reflect on to his own life.

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.