Roderick is a deeply mentally disturbed person; his sister Madeline, who wafts past the two men once without regarding them, seems equally troubled, but in different ways. Continuous dark, stormy weather, a huge decaying gothic-style house, continuous pervasive gloom, humans infused with all this. هذه القصة عجيبة فعلاً وأفزعتني لدرجة كآبتها وواقعيتها وكابوسيتها في آن واحد، في ذلك البيت الطافح بالرعب والغرابة والأناس المصورون بهيئة معتمة، مبهمة، لا تعرف أهي كائنات بشرية أم لا، لا تظهر شخصياته جلية سوى في مشاهد مرتبكة وغارقة في وحل التصميم الأمثل للكابوس، لا يفوتني أبداً مشهد العاصفة والضجيج والرعب والإنهيار الأخير الذي كان بمثابتة مهرب فعلي من أشد مخاوفنا فكتاً وإرهاقاً. The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, 1809. In other words, the Narrator seems to remove himself spiritually from Usher, terrified of his house, his illness, his appearance, but as the narrative progresses he cannot help but be drawn into Usher's twisted world.
The end of the story is also interesting as it becomes clear to the reader that the narrator is overwhelmed by fear. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. Unable to support himself as an adult, he enlisted in the army, during which time he released his first work as a writer. چنان که گویی یک روح هستند در دو بدن. When asked he immediately comes to help Roderick. In contemporary gothic tales, Sylvie and Ruth and Lucie in Housekeeping, and We Have Always Lived in the Castle, the gothic House is the Soul.
There is also a sense that the narrator too is powerless to help Roderick. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words. There were times, indeed, when I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was labouring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. There, he starts to notice some strange things, some of which include Usher's sister weird behaviour and subsequent death. When he arrives, some type of curse or disastrous mood hangs over his house and looms until the man is a bit fearful. The narrator flees the house. While the objects around me --while the carvings of the ceilings, the sombre tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the floors, and the armorial trophies which rattled as I strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had been accustomed from my infancy --while I hesitated not to acknowledge how familiar was all this --I still wondered to find how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were stirring up.
The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death. From the first few lines, a disquieting sense a dread begins to build, and it never lets up. Entre altos e baixos quais escarpas pintadas, os seus contos não se deixam ler nas linhas mas nas entrelinhas, deixando um sabor agridoce pela mestria não equiparada à dimensão. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher's which I mention not so much on account of its novelty, for other men have thought thus, as on account of the with which he maintained it. Continuous dark, stormy weather, a huge decaying gothic-style house, continuous pervasive gloom, humans infused with all this. Fear: If we were to try to define Roderick Usher's illness precisely, we might diagnose him with acute anxiety.
I struggled to reason off the nervousness which had dominion over me. What is more, the symptoms, which include hypersensitivity and extreme anxiety, gradually begin to spread to the unfortunate narrator. Throughout his 40 tormented years of life, Edgar Allan Poe was widely hailed as a genius for the black brilliance of his art. Como ya lo adelanté antes: le falta un tornillo. Suddenly the wind dramatically blows open the door and Madeline appears, looking ghostly.
The narrarator recieves a letter from Roderick stating that he is ill and is in desperate need of his help. When our narrator has been summoned to the bedside of his sick friend Roderick Usher, he finds a household overcast with gloom. This is conservatism at its highest. Madeline stifles Roderick by preventing him from seeing himself as essentially different from her. The narrator tells Roderick that the gas is a natural phenomenon, not altogether uncommon.
His word choice is sophisticated and chock-full of terrifying connotations and emotional meanings that evoke fear. I picked up on one tidbit I might have missed before. The implication, especially once the entire House of Usher sinks into a new grave below the tarn, is that the world itself is a kind of crypt. While the relationship between him and Roderick is never fully explained, the reader does learn that they were boyhood friends. On one of the staircases, I met the physician of the family.
But things get creepier as the story moves along, and the ending is truly chilling. I will not deny that when I called to mind the sinister countenance of the person whom I met upon the stair case, on the day of my arrival at the house, I had no desire to oppose what I regarded as at best but a harmless, and by no means an unnatural, precaution. Poe communicates truths about the character through setting. One night, they both cannot sleep and they find a brightly colored gas glowing all around the house. The family has no enduring branches, so all genetic transmission has occurred incestuously within the domain of the house.