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Nick: lussy
Oggetto: re:inglese
Data: 29/11/2006 22.48.34
Visite: 24
un pezzettino d un brano ....ekko è qst:
He told me why he had wanted to see me, and how he hoped to feel better now that I was with him. He had, he
explained, a strange illness which had been in his family for a long time. It was a nervous illness which made him
feel everything much more strongly than other people. He could only eat food that was almost tasteless. He had to
choose his clothes very carefully because most of them hurt his skin. He could not have flowers in his room because
their smell was too strong for him. Light hurt his eyes, and most sounds hurt his ears-except the soft sound of guitars.
Worst of all, he has a prisoner of his own fear. 'I shall die ,' he used to say,'because of this fear.I'm not afraid of
danger. What frightens me is fear itself. At the moment I am fighting against fear, but sooner or later I won't be able
to fight any more.'
During long conversations with Usher I learnt more about his strange illness. He was sure that it came from the House
of Usher itself. He had not left the house for many years and he had become, he thought, as sad as the house itself.
The gllom of its grey walls and its dark silent lake had become his own.
He also believed that much of his sadness was because his dear sister was seriously ill. He had one sister, Madeleine,
the only other person in his family who was still living, but each day she seemed a little nearer to death.
' Her death,' Usher said blackly, ' will leave me alone in the world, the last of all the Ushers.'
Potrei rinuciare a tutto per averti!
G. Finizio
