The Cask Of Amontillado First Person

Edgar Allen Poe’s, “The Cask of Amontillado” is told using first person narration. The narrator Montressor is a cold, merciless and ruthless man who plots to exact his revenge by murdering his friend Fortunato. Could a man of good character really commit such a heinous crime like this or is their more to this man then meets the eye?

With an inability to claim himself as Italian decent and believing the French are far more superior, really makes it questionable if Montressor really is who he claims or is he actually an imposter. The disgust and distain Montressor holds towards Italians hints that he in fact may not be Italian at all. He says, “Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the

He says, “There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honor of the time. I had told them that they should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient; I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.” (Line 4. pg. 1342). He cowards in the fear of getting caught in the act and decides it is better to dismiss all attendants so he can carry out his wicked plan without suffering the consequences. He is rather worrisome that Fortunato may not him into the catacombs so he bribes him with a rare bottle Amontillado which is one of his guilty pleasures (Line 3. Pg. 1341). Montressor appears to be a very insecure and jealous man who blames Fortunato for his faults. He says, “You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as I once was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter.” (Line 35. Pg. 1342). He appears to be an extremely insensitive and unsympathetic man. Montressor says, “My heart grew sick -on account of the dampness of the catacombs.” after he murders Fortunato (line 90. Pg 1345). Killing a man in cold blood does not make him sick but rather the dampness of the catacombs just shows how sick and twisted he really is. He further proves this when he brags fifty years later about the murder in which he committed. He says, “For the half of a century no mortal