The Black Cat

By Edgar Allen Poe, 1843

For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.
Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad
am I not --and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburden my soul. My
immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of
mere household events. In their consequences, th...


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