The Fall Of The House Of Usher Storyboard
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- The narrator rides to The House Of Usher. He sees an old, decaying house. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavans, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singulary dreary tract of country.
- Roderick Usher's appearance has changed greatly since the narrator had last seen him. A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid, and luminous beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and very pallid, but of a surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy; hair of a more than weblike softness and tenuity.
- Roderick has a sister named Madeline. They are twins. The narrator helps Roderick bury his sister, but he is unaware that she is still alive. At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the arrangements for the temporary entombment. The body having been encoffined, we two alone bore it to its rest.
- Madeline screams and fights her way out of the coffin in which she was placed in. Roderick begins to feel guilty and goes to the narrators room. Here, he says that Madeline will appear outside the door. The breaking of the hermit's door, and the death cry of the dragon, and the clanger of the shield. Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!
- Just as Roderick had said, Madeline did appear outside the door. The door opens and Madeline enters. She soon falls foward on her brother. The twins fall to the ground dead. It was the work of the rushing guest but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady madeline of Usher. Then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.
- The narrator leaves the house and as he looks back, the house has cracked and fallen into the lake. There is no trace of The House Of Usher. My brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the House of Usher.
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