Cask of Amontillado

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  • Exposition
  • Conflict
  • My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.
  • How? Amontillado, a pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the Carnival.
  • Come, let us go. to your vaults
  • Rising Action
  • It is farther on, but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls. It is Nitre. How long have you had that cough?
  • Ugh! ugh! ugh!
  • The Pipe.
  • The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
  • Climax
  • Proceed, herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi --
  • At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity.
  • Falling Action
  • The Amontillado!
  • Ha! ha! ha! he! he! he! a very good joke, indeed an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo he! he! he! over our wine he! he! he!
  • In Pace Requiescat!
  • 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 Luchresi -- Enough, the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.
  • Resolution
  • In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist.
  • He is an ignoramus.
  • It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. There remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato.
  • Yes, for the love of God.
  • For the love of God, Montresor!
  • My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.
  • Fortunato! Fortunato!
  • ...
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