that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.
It is troubling that Montresor shows no hesitation or guilt while listening to Fortunato’s cries. His enjoyment of the sound of chains reveals his cruelty and the disturbing pleasure he takes in revenge.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of my 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.
It is surprising that Fortunato suddenly regains his awareness, but it is already too late for him to escape. Montresor’s calm reaction to his desperate struggle is unexpected and chilling.
Nemo me impune lacessit
This motto foreshadows Montresor’s plan for revenge. It warns that anyone who offends him will face punishment.
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera,
I see nothing in common at this point, and cannot associate the two lines.
You're pretty goddamnsmart, I bet."Then he looked directly at me, just for a minute. "I ain'tsmart," he said. "If I was smart, I'd have reached for a pistol along time ago."
It’s ironic that Sonny got arrested, while the drifter was fine.
Tm surprised at Sonny, though
It seems like he didn’t know exactly what happened to Sonny.
That's right.
I’m curious about why the man would do that. Was he kicking Sonny when he’s down?
childhood
The narrator’s wife was already at the of marriage, why did the man still called it “childhood”?
In the poem, she recalled his fingers and the waythey had moved around over her face.
Maybe it’s remembering to her to recall every touches from the blind man. I think it’s hard for a person to recall such concrete memory from a trauma.
even her neck!
I’m really concerned about whether his wife felt offended or something else, but he mentioned she even wanted to write a poem for it, so maybe it’s remembering?