Examples Of Fortunato's Perspective On The Cask Of Amontillado
Fortunato's Perspective: The Cask of Amontillado.
The carnival was in full bloom, a whirl of laughter, music, and masked faces. I was well into the evening, having tasted far too many wines, each better than the last. But then, it was a carnival. The time to indulge, to revel, and to let the world whirl by in a hazy, drunken spin. I remember the clinking of glasses, the warmth of the wine, and the feel of the mask on my face, until Montresor appeared.
Ah, Montresor. A man I considered a friend, though a curious one. His family was old and proud, but something always lay behind his eyes, something I could never quite place. He approached me with that same smile, yet something was different tonight. His voice, though steady, carried a note of excitement or urgency that hadn’t been …show more content…
You are luckily met. I have just received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
Amontillado. The word itself was like a bell ringing in my ears. A rare vintage, and one I know well. My pride, swollen with drink and the arrogance of expertise, immediately leaped at the chance.
The “Amontillado” – What is it? Impossible! The. In the middle of a carnival? Nonsense!” I declared, but I felt the curiosity ignite within me.
Montresor smiled, that sly smile I had seen so often. “I thought so much, and I am on my way to Luchesi. If anyone can tell — ”
“Luchesi!” I scoffed. “Luchesi knows nothing about wine. You insult me, Montresor.”
His eyes glittered then, a flash of something I didn’t recognize, but I was too far gone in my own boastful pride to notice. “Of course, my dear Fortunato. But I hesitate to ask you. You have engagements, you are celebrated, and besides, the vaults are cold, damp, and covered in nitre.”
I waved him off. “The cold is nothing”. Let us go. I must taste this Amontillado.” I was too excited, too eager to prove myself, to think twice about his
The carnival was in full bloom, a whirl of laughter, music, and masked faces. I was well into the evening, having tasted far too many wines, each better than the last. But then, it was a carnival. The time to indulge, to revel, and to let the world whirl by in a hazy, drunken spin. I remember the clinking of glasses, the warmth of the wine, and the feel of the mask on my face, until Montresor appeared.
Ah, Montresor. A man I considered a friend, though a curious one. His family was old and proud, but something always lay behind his eyes, something I could never quite place. He approached me with that same smile, yet something was different tonight. His voice, though steady, carried a note of excitement or urgency that hadn’t been …show more content…
You are luckily met. I have just received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
Amontillado. The word itself was like a bell ringing in my ears. A rare vintage, and one I know well. My pride, swollen with drink and the arrogance of expertise, immediately leaped at the chance.
The “Amontillado” – What is it? Impossible! The. In the middle of a carnival? Nonsense!” I declared, but I felt the curiosity ignite within me.
Montresor smiled, that sly smile I had seen so often. “I thought so much, and I am on my way to Luchesi. If anyone can tell — ”
“Luchesi!” I scoffed. “Luchesi knows nothing about wine. You insult me, Montresor.”
His eyes glittered then, a flash of something I didn’t recognize, but I was too far gone in my own boastful pride to notice. “Of course, my dear Fortunato. But I hesitate to ask you. You have engagements, you are celebrated, and besides, the vaults are cold, damp, and covered in nitre.”
I waved him off. “The cold is nothing”. Let us go. I must taste this Amontillado.” I was too excited, too eager to prove myself, to think twice about his