The Imp of the Perverse (short story) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia - 0 views
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We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss - we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is the shrink away from the danger. Unaccountably we remain... it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror. It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height... for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it.
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Just ran across this quote again from a Poe story. Damn I love Poe. "We stand upon the brink of a precipice. We peer into the abyss - we grow sick and dizzy. Our first impulse is the shrink away from the danger. Unaccountably we remain... it is but a thought, although a fearful one, and one which chills the very marrow of our bones with the fierceness of the delight of its horror. It is merely the idea of what would be our sensations during the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height... for this very cause do we now the most vividly desire it." -
I LOVE THIS QUOTE
