Fortunato

Montesor’s Motivation 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

Fifty years ago I got revenge on my enemy, Fortunato, for something awful that happened. In fact, his dead body is still in the catacombs of my basement. It is now time to confess what he had done to me to make me feel the way I did. It all started about fifty five years ago when I was only twenty years old. I had just met Isabella when I wasn’t paying attention, ran into her on the street, and caused her to drop everything she was carrying. I quickly apologized, grabbed all of the items I caused

a wall. “Oh but if Fortunato could hear this tale! He would find it of the upmost hilarity!” I stumble along the walls of the darkened street, following only the lamp lit sky as if it were a trail in this star-less night. Pedestrians and couples alike approached and passed me. Some amused and careless, others, as I, trying to figure out where they were and how to get home. I had all night to myself and no other matters to attend. Remembering I had a meeting with fortunato tomorrow for breakfast

his funeral attire. He is masquerading as a fool, and he is taken for one. This is situational irony because, that is the attire that he wears when he fools them into letting him kill them, so that creates their funeral also. Montresor implores Fortunato to return and not go any farther, telling him that his health is precious. This is verbal irony because Montresor is being sarcastic in a way because he really doesn’t care about Fortunato’s health because he plans on killing him anyways. The previous

How and what will Fortunato's destiny be? My friend Fortunato and I have been in training to be king for two years now as knights under King James. Then, finally the chance was up for grabs when King James had been attacked and did not make it. That next morning I woke up and found out King James was dethroned; I called Fortunato and we had met up at the castle for the competition. Power was up for grabs, for which Fortunato and I had been aggressively competing for. And, on one play he cheap shotted

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I bore as I best could, but when the opportunity arose, I sought my revenge. The clamoring he made, both by chain and scream, echoed off the nitre cloaked walls, a tumult of symphonies greatly awaited, and yet I was palpitating with exhilaration. Dull and growing ever smaller, the once vehement torch fought to graze the rugged cobblestone. My inebriate pace quickened, for navigating the gloom was an onerous feat. Fixated on the faint glow of the entrance, the lip

As I placed the final stone, I could hear one final utterance from Fortunato. “Why me? What have I done to deserve this?”. Without response, I hastily retreated from the site and made my way out of the catacombs. When I reached the exit, I spotted one of my attendants searching a chest of drawers. “What are you doing here?” I questioned. Startled, he seemed to stumble over his words, finally saying “My apologies Mr. Montresor, but I believe I left my trowel here. Have you seen it?” Distressed but

Fortunato Character Anaylsis "I shall not die of a cough.” Nor did Fortunato die of a simple cough. Something much worse happend to him due his character traits. Weakness, trusting, and unsawareness all put together causes Fortunato's life to end. Weakness is the very first thing the reader can see of Fortunato's personality which is his weakness for wine. The reader learns from the begining that Fortunato is an expert of wine tasting. The way Fortunato reacts to hearing Montresor talking about

Fortunato wearing a clown’s hat is symbolically an interesting-and-appropriate costume choice by the writer, Edgar Allan Poe, because Fortunato is a fool for easily falling for Montresor’s plan to murder him in the catacombs. Montresor lures him to his death by lying to him that they will be tasting Amontillado, but Fortunato does not notice or suspect anything until Montresor traps him. In the story, Fortunato says, “But let us proceed to the Amontillado,” (Poe, 10). As it can be seen, Fortunato’s

was a loser, but in inwardly, he was very kind and soft. Fortunato on the other hand was rich and like bully those he felt poor and beneath, but he would mask that by apologizing all the time. Montresor and Fortunato met each other at a carnival in the town and very quickly made friends. While at the carnival ticket booth, Fortunato hit Montresor accidently on his nose when he suddenly turns around. While insuring, no one was looking, Fortunato took out a large sum of money and asked if Montresor was