The Cask Of Amontillado Analysis

THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. 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. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my in to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my to smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
He had a weak point --this Fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially; --I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him --"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?" said he. "Amontillado, A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!"
"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
"Amontillado!"
"I have my doubts."
"Amontillado!"
"And I must satisfy them."
"Amontillado!"
"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchresi. If any one has a critical turn it is he. He will tell me --"
"Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."
"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.
"Come, let us go."
"Whither?"
"To your vaults."
"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchresi--"
"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 Luchresi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado."
Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm; and putting on a mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together upon the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.
"The pipe," he said.
"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls."
He turned towards me, and looked into my eves with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication.
"Nitre?" he asked, at length.
"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?"
"Ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh!"
My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.
"Come," I said, with decision, "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," he said; "the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
"True --true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarily --but you should use all proper caution. A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps.
Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.
"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine.
He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled.
"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."
"And I to your long life."
He again took my arm, and we proceeded.
"These vaults," he said, "are extensive."
"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family."
"I forget your arms."
"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."
"And the motto?"
"Nemo me impune lacessit."
"Good!" he said.
The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through long walls of piled skeletons, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough --"
"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc."
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement --a grotesque one.
"You do not comprehend?" he said.
"Not I," I replied.
"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
"How?"
"You are not of the masons."
"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."
"You? Impossible! A mason?"
"A mason," I replied.
"A sign," he said, "a sign."
"It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire a trowel.
"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."
"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.
"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi --"
"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In niche, and finding 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. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. 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. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."
"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.
"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."
As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed, I aided, I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; 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. The voice said--
"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!"
"The Amontillado!" I said.
"He! he! he! --he! he! he! --yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
"Yes," I said, "let us be gone."
"For the love of God, Montresor!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud --
"Fortunato!"
No answer. I called again --
"Fortunato!"
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. 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 re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!

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"Nemo me impune lacessit", Latin meaning no one assails me with impunity. In this one line Poe characterizes The Cask of Amontillado. It is a story of the perfect revenge and why it is unattainable. The main character, Montresor, executes a plan, which he hopes will "punish [Fortunato, the wrongdoer,] with impunity". The short story discloses that the act of revenge is not successful if "retribution overtakes its redresser" and if "the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong". This story revolves around those requirements.

| Posted on 2009-11-05 | by a guest

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like the story in real life u shudnt make fun of someone or there are concequences.

| Posted on 2009-10-27 | by a guest

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This story was interesting to me, there is a lot of insight gained upon the author and his own issues deep within. Although the first time I read it I admit I was confused, the dialect is different when you haven't read much literature. I say, if you don't fully understand, research themes and literary devices and you really get a good idea of what is actually going on. It is really sad that some people would say negative things about people that are just trying to learn, that is pathetic. Think about it.

| Posted on 2009-10-22 | by a guest

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I think the insult against Montressor becomes obvious during the descent into the catacombs. Think about this: why does Montressor make constant allusion to the "nitre"? Nitre is potassium nitrate, or saltpetre. Saltpetre used to be put into prison food to make inmates less "agressive." Montressor's revenge is taken by, first of all, by adding to the effect of the wine, making Fortunato impotent and then sealing him inside the wall. Now do you know what the insult was?

| Posted on 2009-10-19 | by a guest

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This story is interesting, and I can't say that I don't find it gruesome and creepy. The way that Montressur actually enjoys the murder (until the end) and how he want's to draw out Fortunatoes pain (which he would have if Fortunato hadn't died from his cough)is interesting to me because not much writing is that detailed, and not many authors relish death and murder like Poe.
Why is it so hard to read? The story idea itself isn't hard- its the story of a murder. And there are only two characters. What's hard about it. On another note, I was reading a comment, and I loved the idea that a preist was blessing Montresseur- its unique and different. If that is the case, then Edgar Allen Poe is a truly brilliant man. (Ableit with a creepy mind)

| Posted on 2009-10-04 | by a guest

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I'm in 9th grade. This story has its twists and turns but it isn't that hard to figure out. If you are still confused think about this... Has it ever occured to you that something in Edgar allan poe's life may have spurned him to write this story? Like over critical people who then decided to insult his intelligence after critisizing him thousands of times? In my opinion Poe is dealing with some thing most high school stundents can relate to, Not being accepted because your different or think differently. fortunado is just a symbol for all the people who can't even fathom his thought processes and this story is what he wants to do. build a wall around all the people who won't leave him alone and never have to see them again.

| Posted on 2009-09-28 | by a guest

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what would have happened if Furtanado said yes lets go back when Montressor said do you want to go back

| Posted on 2009-09-23 | by a guest

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"Fortunato most likely never insulted Montresor. Montressor was jealous and overly sensitive. Fortunato considered him a friend and had no idea Montressor held a grudge against him. He was immediately glad to see his friend and readily went with him. Even if you had a big ego you wouldn't be so ready to help someone you had insulted a thousand times."
Hmmm...this may be a possible response, but the story is rather ambiguous anyway. Perhaps I will give my own rendition of the analysis.
Fortunato possibly DID insult Montresor. There are four possible reasons why Fortunato volunteered to check if it were really Amontillado.
1) He was drunk. This is evident from the fact that he constantly drank wine during the course of heading down the catacombs. He could possibly have been lightly intoxicated before entering, as explained in the next point.
2) The festival was going on and he was in high spirits. This explains why perhaps he had drunk before entering the crypt. He was simply was feeling joyeous.
3) He wanted to prove that he was better than Luchesi. If Luchesi had really shown that it was Amontillado, then all the credit for identifying the wine would go to him, whereas if he were to disproof (or prove again) the fact that the wine was Amontillado, then the credit would go to him instead.
4) He was, of course, tricked by Montresor. He put in much exaggeration and falsity into his 'speech' to egg Fortunado into entering the crypt or he would never be able to exact revenge.
Just my take on the short story. As I said the true meaning is ambiguous; Poe never wrote an analysis of it himself. ;P

| Posted on 2009-09-22 | by a guest

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I'm a 9th grader and i get a lot of it. :) and for people who dont understand it, maybe if you read it again you just might. DONT INSAL IF PEOPLE DIDNT UNDERSTAND! YOU NERDS WHO UNDERSTOOD IT!

| Posted on 2009-09-14 | by a guest

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if you dont understand this and your in high school its pretty sad..

| Posted on 2009-09-06 | by a guest

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how would the story have changed if montressor had met fortundo during the day instead of at dusk

| Posted on 2009-08-30 | by a guest

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Fortunato most likely never insulted Montressor. Montressor was jealous and overly sensitive. Fortunato considered him a friend and had no idea Montressor held a grudge against him. He was immediately glad to see his friend and readily went with him. Even if you had a big ego you wouldn't be so ready to help someone you had insulted a thousand times.

| Posted on 2009-07-28 | by a guest

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Please, give me the right answer,What is the ten stip?How Fortunato died? Thank you

| Posted on 2009-07-27 | by a guest

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i am a little bit confused especially on the structures of sentences. anyway, i hadn't had reread and analyze the story.

| Posted on 2009-07-23 | by a guest

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this story to someone who doesnt read often and isint a big fan of it is very confusing.this story explains the concept of revenge not always seen by the blind eye. does anyone else see it?
When is revenge justified? Or is revenge ever justified?

| Posted on 2009-07-06 | by a guest

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do you think montresor is in his right mind or an unbalanced person? plz help .. i have an essay!

| Posted on 2009-05-13 | by a guest

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Maybe, he didn't write the story for anybody. Maybe poe wrote it because it would make a good story. Not all stories need to have a reason why they were written

| Posted on 2009-01-22 | by a guest

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.: to the person that wrote "i dont think" :.
really? do you really think that it was just because of the temperature of the catacombs? he said that his heart grew sick -- that was probably his conscience, and he knows that. he is making the excuse that it is on account of the temperature of the catacombs, because one of the three rules of vengeance, according to montressor, is that the punisher must feel that the person has gotten what they deserve. if he feels guilty, then the entire act was meaningless to him. thus, he makes the excuse that he feels a chill in his heart because of the temperature.

| Posted on 2009-01-03 | by a guest

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(as a side note to previous poster)
Note that in the beginning he states that "You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat."
Whoever he wrote this story for, knew him well.

| Posted on 2008-12-15 | by a guest

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I found this writing pretty simple, and i have a few ideas what inspired him... like the fact that when he was younger he his step-mum died and his step-father basically disowned him. Which in a way could be very insulting... so Poe could be writing about how he wants revenge on him, Poe also was a drunk. Anyway I have to find out what is the deeper meaning behind this piece of work. Any sugestions? BTW I am an eighth grade.

| Posted on 2008-12-11 | by a guest

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i find that this piece is fairly easy to comprehend. The story is centered around a proud, arrogant character who feels that he has the right to murder Fortunado because he has "ventured upon insult" The character of Montresor, himself, is very ruthless and arrogant. However, i find it odd that Montresor did not react on anger at all. He was just insulted and made the desicion to kill Fortunado in a relatively calm manner.

| Posted on 2008-11-18 | by a guest

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i find that this piece is fairly easy to comprehend. The story is centered around a proud, arrogant character who feels that he has the right to murder Fortunado because he has "ventured upon insult" The character of Montresor, himself, is very ruthless and arrogant. However, i find it odd that Montresor did not react on anger at all. He was just insulted and made the desicion to kill Fortunado in a relatively calm manner.

| Posted on 2008-11-18 | by a guest

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lol my mom and i had a hard time understanding this story too, i had too read it for english class AND take a quiz on it...also, the reverse psychology was pretty good. i understood that part.

| Posted on 2008-11-13 | by a guest

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I think it is ironic that the person criticizing the "Emo Kid" for grammar mistakes made a mistake as well. You can't be pride and vanity. You can be proud and vain. lol

| Posted on 2008-11-12 | by a guest

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in relation to in relation to original emo kid:
i dunt kno y u r sayin he cnt tlk gud. he is gud at grmar and crp. lol

| Posted on 2008-11-06 | by a guest

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In response to that "Original Emo Kids'" comment:
YOU MADE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER!
What the fudge are you raving on about, not understanding how others cannot understand?!
Are you some sort of 9th grade literary genius!
I think not.
Your grammar - well I won't even start on that...
"Intelligently demented"?! I think it is you, who is demented in an unintelligent way...
So don't comment if you cannot even stick to your own values, Emo Kid.
Choice of words - have you heard of 'pride' or 'vanity'? Well, that too, is quite ironic because you too, seem to be both.

| Posted on 2008-11-06 | by a guest

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Im a 9th grader and i dont understand how other 9th graders dont understand this short story. It is dementred and has a bigger vocabulary but once you get past thos factors it is very simple. I personly love this story, the whole hunger for revenge brings on a great story that is really enjoyable. Also i lov ehow Poe uses both verbal irony and dramatic irony and also i like how he puts the mind tricks in there asking a nemerous amount of times if fortunado would like to leave and yet he knew that fortunado had preservence and would want to continue. Nicely thought of, well put togeter and apperently to some hard to grasp but over all a really nice story. Egar allan poes work is intelegently demented, he is the ORIGINAL EMO KID!!!

| Posted on 2008-10-26 | by a guest

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"Free Mason refrence" When Montressor was talking about "being" a mason he was probably responding in scarcasim to Fortunato's question. Montressor cleverly knows that he is detering the attention of his drunkin friend when he pulls out his trowel (which is a tool for masony).At that point in the conversation it seems that Fortundo aknowledges he lost the conversation in his intoxication and moves along to the Amontillado.

| Posted on 2008-10-24 | by a guest

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well you see even though this story is about Montresur Walling fortunato if you actually look and have read Poe in other of his writing and know his biography he was a very big drinker also if you read the Black Cat it's the same way Walling a Woman, if you try to pick these two stories apart psychologically he is actually trying to speak of his conscious and his subconscious trying to escape from. It is a bit confusing what I'm trying to say but I'm trying to be short cause I don't want to write a whole paper in here lol so go and brake it down for yourself and see if I have a valid point or not, and after all I could be wrong I have nothing but a few commas in my writing lol.

| Posted on 2008-10-24 | by a guest

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i don't get it! i have to get ten quotes from the story and explain why their intresting for homework, im in 9th grade, i don't really understand waht im reading i just see weird words!

| Posted on 2008-10-16 | by a guest

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I can't believe a teacher would have to read a few times to understand this work it is not that hard for a college educated English major.This is too pathetic.

| Posted on 2008-10-14 | by a guest

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I do not get the whole story. All I know is that Montresor took Fortunato into a catacombs when he is drunk and walls him in!

| Posted on 2008-09-14 | by a guest

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Montresors keeps to his family motto in that he seeks revenge on Fortunato. "Revenge is best served on a cold plate." The narrator waited until the perfect time to strike, without feeling emotion (cold plate: cold heart). Motresors mocks Fortunato when he gives him multiple chances to escape the Catacombs. He also brings Luchresi up to keep realing Fortunato to the bait. I thouroughly enjoyed this short story, and this might help with some blind spots.

| Posted on 2008-09-04 | by a guest

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I found it confusing too. I had to read it in plain english to understand what was going on.

| Posted on 2008-06-11 | by a guest

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I was intrigued by many of the posts, mostly the ones from high school students...this story wasnt confusing in the least. picking up some of the under tones sure, but understanding the plot wasnt difficult. i guess thats why you are taking the class!

| Posted on 2008-04-25 | by a guest

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The reader never finds out the actual reason for the murder of Fortunato. He has insulted Montressor but you never know exactly what it was.The theme of the story is that of revenge. Montressor is a very smart and calculating killer. he knows Fortunato's weakness and he exploits it to perfection. He knows that he prides himself on his wine criticism so he effortlessly leads him to his inevitable death. while they are walking Montressor keeps asking Fortunato to return above ground and that they will come back at another time. This reverse psychology works like a charm.
Also, it could be Forgiveness as well. Montressor writes down what he had done, but for what reason? To gloat? To Repent? It is very possible that he is seeking forgivness for his sins.
Irony also peeks its head out in this short story. Fortunato is supposed to be a well respected and wealthy member of the commmunity. However, when he is murdered he is dressed like a fool and intoxicated like a drunk. Of course the name Fortunato is a symbol of irony. His name suggests that he is fortunate though he is very unfortunate in the end because of his gruesome death.

| Posted on 2008-03-31 | by a guest

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i found this story extremely confusing. I read it for freshman english and the teacher explained nothing to us. i had to resort to the internet to find an explanation. so if you don't understand it then don't feel bad.

| Posted on 2008-03-04 | by a guest

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I believe this story portray's a confusion Poe found in himself. I think all of his writings come from the childhood he had. This story takes a turn on Fortunado, as he is blindsighted and confused. By the way, it took me forver to understand this.

| Posted on 2008-02-19 | by a guest

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In the end the story says that Fortunado was acquiring his senses and acknowledging the situation he was in. Then i thought if your about to die why not enact revenge urself? My thought is that when Fortunado starts talking about going back to the party hes actually outwitting Montresor pointing out the fact that he might be missed by people and Montresor would be questioned since he was the last person seen with him. I believe that also explains the 50 years or so of misery and finally o

| Posted on 2008-01-22 | by a guest

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This story is full of verbal irony because when MOntresor says he will not die of a cough the end contradicts to this statement and also when Montresor compliments Fortunato by saying he looks well when actually he is very sick. The motto that MOntresor speaks of is also foreshadowing the death of Fortunado because of teh insults that Montresor had to live with. The arrogance of Fortunado had lead him to his death because he was foolish enough not to realize the death that was treown upon him b

| Posted on 2008-01-14 | by a guest