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"I had so worked upon my imagination as to really believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity - an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn - a pestilent and mystic vapor..." The Fall of the House of Usher- finally some good fuckin food

Why must Nathaniel Hawthorne test me.

Just read O henry story about friendship. Is that level of friendship truly friendship or just stupidity? When you can't read other people's emotions you depend on your friends to help you out. Perhaps Telamachus and Paisley Fish were better suited for eachother than Mrs. Jessup!