single page item is a reproduction of the first page of Edgar
Allen Poes classic piece of literature, The Cask of
Amontillado. It makes for a terrific piece to frame and decorate
a study or bedroom or a great gift for a teacher or
any Poe fan!
page is standard 8.5" x 11" in size and has been
hand antiqued via our own unique paper aging process to achieve
a look you wont find anywhere else.
actual page contains the following text (though please note
that the formatting and font will be different as viewed on
this page see photo for exact formatting and look!):
Cask of Amontillado
Edgar Allen Poe
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 I gave utterance to a threat. _At length_ I would be
avenged; this was a point definitively settledbut 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.
must be understood, that neither by word nor deed had I given
Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was
my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that
my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
had a weak pointthis Fortunatoalthough 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 opportunityto practise
imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting
and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quackbut
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.
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.
antiqued paper is delicately laced with a subtle hint of gold
in the creases creating an almost magical look. (Although
its difficult to catch with a camera, you can see in
the image below how the shimmering is caught in the light)
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