“My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! 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!”
As I was having a great time celebrating carnival, and that delinquent Montressor came up to me, telling me how he is in doubt about a sherry's quality.
الانزلاق: 2
“My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi—”
“I have no engagement;—come.”
“My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre.”
“Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchesi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado.”
I thought only of the Amontillado, my pride pushing me forward. The chill air and Montressor's concern seemed trivial compared to the prior knowledge I had of wine
الانزلاق: 3
I drink to the buried that repose around us.”“And I to your long life.”
“Drink,”
Montressor was kinda making me "raise my eyebrow" because it seemed that he was forcing me, or he really wanted me to drink. But I drank anyway, and I started to feel tipsy and started to get lightheaded.
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لا توجد تنزيلات ولا بطاقة ائتمان ولا حاجة إلى تسجيل الدخول للمحاولة!