The Angel of the Odd E-Book

Edgar Allan Poe

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 18

Beschreibung

In this tale, the protagonist experiences a series of extraordinary and absurd events, orchestrated by a peculiar angel who defies the laws of probability. The story explores the irony and absurdity of life, questioning the idea of fate and highlighting the unpredictability of the world. It's a narrative that combines black humor with supernatural elements, challenging conventional notions of causality.

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THE ANGEL OF THE ODD

Edgar Allan Poe

SYNOPSIS

In this tale, the protagonist experiences a series of extraordinary and absurd events, orchestrated by a peculiar angel who defies the laws of probability. The story explores the irony and absurdity of life, questioning the idea of fate and highlighting the unpredictability of the world. It's a narrative that combines black humor with supernatural elements, challenging conventional notions of causality.

Keywords

Supernatural, Irony, Fate

NOTICE

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THE ANGEL OF THE ODD

AN EXTRAVAGANZA.

It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room, with my feet upon the fender, and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit and liqueur. In the morning I had been reading Glover’s “Leonidas,” Wilkie’s “Epigoniad,” Lamartine’s “Pilgrimage,” Barlow’s “Columbiad,” Tuckermann’s “Sicily,” and Griswold’s “Curiosities”; I am willing to confess, therefore, that I now felt a little stupid. I made effort to arouse myself by aid of frequent Lafitte, and, all failing, I betook myself to a stray newspaper in despair. Having carefully perused the column of “houses to let,” and the column of “dogs lost,” and then the two columns of “wives and apprentices runaway,” I attacked with great resolution the editorial matter, and, reading it from beginning to end without understanding a syllable, conceived the possibility of its being Chinese, and so re-read it from the end to the beginning, but with no more satisfactory result. I was about throwing away, in disgust,

“This folio of four pages, happy work