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of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause momentarily in their performance to hearken the sound” In “The Cask of Amontillado” the symbol is Montresor’s crest. In the story it says, “a huge human foot d’or, in a field of azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel,” witch shows that if someone does something bad to him he will get revenge. This shows Poe uses…

Presbyterian Christian School, and I am a competitor. My mother and grandmother summon me to the white Dodge Caravan, and I reflect on all the studying I have done while I am in the van. As we drive to the school, I stare out the window to see the brilliant azure of the sky and the bright green of all of the grass, as well as graceful birds and finicky squirrels. As we approach the building, my nerves build up again and…

green hills and turquoise waters. Waterlemon Cay, Leinster Bay Waterlemon Cay is adored by snorkelers from all over the world and very often rated as site #1 for St John snorkeling. Leinster Bay excites visitors with its stunning landscape – mix of azure waters and green hills around. Snorkelers will enjoy a mix of corals, seagrasses, cobblestones, and sand along with a wealth of colorful Caribbean fish. Waterlemon Cay is the right place to see turtles, rays, soft and hard corals. The water can…

Here I stand in front of you in my typically unimposing attire, 5 feet 7 inches upright on this stage of subtle discrimination. With a guitar in one hand and a book of ‘The Art of Travel’ in the other, I embark on a quest of finding some mysterious connection between the two. As you behold the exotic illusion produced by the oblique blue spotlight directed toward me, you might find me submerged in melodies, composing a tune – especially when “Dark” energy and higher dimensions stop making sense,…

that an egg?” She whispered to herself. “Hey Odd-Eyed, why don’t you and your disabled brother come down here!” an anonymous male demanded. Jamie sprinted down the creaky stairs, and bolted for the door. The incognito tribe darted towards their azure minivan after spotting Jamie. “See you later, loser!” shrieked one of the members. While driving away, a hand peeked out of one of the windows, and threw lined pieces of paper on the ground. Teary-eyed, Jamie hurtled to the sheets of paper, and…

it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough”(167). Montresor replies with true knowing Fortunato’s real fate is to die buried in the catacombs. Montresor’s family coat of arms is described as a shield with a giant gold human foot in a field of azure crushing a serpent whose fangs are imbedded in the heel. The theme for revenge is even presented in their arms, as Fortunato is the snake in the grass, he bit Montresor and Montresor’s big gold foot is coming down crushing Fortunato as a result.…

“I must not only punish, but punish with impunity.” (Poe, 683) These words were written in a story of Edgar Allen Poe. Many people when hurt either learn to get over what was done wrong to them while others wish to punish those that wronged them. In the story “The Cask of Amontillado” Poe writes about the second path a person takes when he or she has been wronged. This story is about two men named Montresor and Fortunato. Montresor is hurt because Fortunato did something that Montresor feels as…

waves. Sleek water surfaces. Almost dissolving into foam, they are calling for you to reach them. So tempting, nearly irresistible to touch. You desire to test if the water is as heavenly as it seems. Your fingers are so tempted to slide through the azure…

with revenge against Fortunato, Montresor does not detail the events of the insult, which he claimed caused harm to his good will. As they walk through the catacombs, Montresor defines his family coat of arms as “A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel” (Poe 6). The foot symbolizes Montresor while Fortunato is the serpent who will be crushed. Similarly, the family motto translates that “no one can harm me unpunished”…

I found my identity in the parking lot of McDonald’s. Everyone has an identity; however, individuals often forget who they are and require a moment of realization to understand their true identity. It was the same for me. I vividly remember the chilly afternoon of January 19, 2014, when I decided to perform a sly mission: sneaking past the vigilant teachers that stood guarding the exits of the school during lunch break. Many others had also achieved this remarkable feat, but mine was special…