Most psychopaths feel no guilt after they commit crimes, and Montresor was cold hearted throughout the entire story. The thought of Fortunado slowly dying in the old catacombs under his home rather pleased Montresor. It excited him, and Montresor was quite enthusiastic about Fortunato's death. In the story, Fortunato's intoxication was wearing off, and after Montresor had laid a few layers of stone to conceal Fortunato, Montresor heard low, agonizing moans from inside. "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." (Poe, Edgar Allen) When Montresor said those words in the story, it showed to Poe’s audience how much the slow, torturous death of Fortunato gratified Montresor. A little later, after Montresor had layered the stones near his breast level, Fortunato burst out in a fit of loud, shrill screams. Montresor, once again feeling great satisfaction, bolted back with a louder clamour, that eventually silenced Fortunato. (Poe, Edgar
Most psychopaths feel no guilt after they commit crimes, and Montresor was cold hearted throughout the entire story. The thought of Fortunado slowly dying in the old catacombs under his home rather pleased Montresor. It excited him, and Montresor was quite enthusiastic about Fortunato's death. In the story, Fortunato's intoxication was wearing off, and after Montresor had laid a few layers of stone to conceal Fortunato, Montresor heard low, agonizing moans from inside. "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." (Poe, Edgar Allen) When Montresor said those words in the story, it showed to Poe’s audience how much the slow, torturous death of Fortunato gratified Montresor. A little later, after Montresor had layered the stones near his breast level, Fortunato burst out in a fit of loud, shrill screams. Montresor, once again feeling great satisfaction, bolted back with a louder clamour, that eventually silenced Fortunato. (Poe, Edgar