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The good days were good. By God were they good.
He would awake to a weight and a warmth on his chest, to soft squeaky breathing and arms wrapped around him, or fingers laced together. The day would be golden and bright, filled with laughter and plans that, while devious, brought joy. The eyes that sought his would be smiling, crinkles appearing near their outer most edges. The kisses that followed were almost sweet and the touches almost tender. And on these days the concerns of the world and its ruin seemed far behind. On the bad days, he would fill his mind with these rare moments, willing their return with haste.
Yet nothing good can last forever, this is so with days to.
For the bad days were difficult. They were long and painful, strung out like a limb on a cross. A dark cloud of unease and tension loomed over everything. Some days it was fury, trickling forth from the once fond lips and spilling over in a rivulet of acid words. Others, it was sadness. When all the attempts to drag him from the recesses of his mind failed and he sunk into murky depths of depression. Worse yet was the apathy. Even movement, even speech, or eating proved to be too strenuous. He would watch as the figure remained motionless for hours on end. The most terrible was the mania. When all traces of the man he knew had fled into a remote corner of the mind, inaccessible and absent. In its groove, a savage and frightening specter that wore the face of someone he cared for. Unstable, dangerous, violent and unpredictable, he was a hazard to himself and others. It was an animal, caged to the point of breaking where all pretense of natural manners and sanity were left to rot. These were the dark days and they were difficult for them both...
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...one day, the swirling maelstrom of time would consume the sights and memories and feelings of a sound that made his insides wrench. And then he think that he would have finally beaten him at something.
But he is wrong, yet he hopes. He hopes that one day, when he stands before a slab of steely granite with gold engravings etched into its glossy surface that there will be no meaning behind the word left there. No connection to a name scrawled across the silent vigil.
The humble rectangle is surrounded by woodland shapes, sitting separated from the flora. Only this shape in the grove has power. It can make a genius tense in fear, it can spark anger in a soldier, it can arouse disbelief in many men, but it makes him want to fall to pieces. For the name haunting the stone reads:
James Moriarty: May he be free from the burdens of life and its dark waters.
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Through writing this he is facing every English professors dark night of their souls. The dark night of the soul though is not just a writer’s grievance for a lost art, it is the soul’s journey through dark and troubling questions that draw you into the darkness of your past, your nightmares, your fears, and it is facing those giants, slaying those dragons. St. John of the Cross
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... mourning of his father), an encounter with a ghost who claims to be his father and asks him to exact revenge on his own uncle, and an innate sense of overly analytical and indecisive qualities which likely stem from the upbringing of the character in his youth. These perils which plague the character, along with the long drawn-out soliloquies the character delivers, all create for a character which is by definition, depressed.
Edgar Allan Poe is one of the most famous writers in the American literary world. His stories and poems are known for their gothic style and having the common theme of death. This is certainly seen in his short story “The Cask of Amontillado.” It is speculated by many that Poe suffered from the mental illness known as bipolar disorder. In a letter to James Russell Lowell, Poe said, “I am excessively slothful, and wonderfully industrious — by fits. There are epochs when any kind of mental exercise is torture, and when nothing yields me pleasure but solitary communion with the “mountains & the woods” — the “altars” of Byron. I have thus rambled and dreamed away whole months, and awake, at last, to a sort of mania for composition. Then I scribble all day, and read all night, so long as the disease endures.” In “The Cask of Amontillado” he presents two very different characters, Montresor the spiteful, revenge seeking killer, and Furtunato the impulsive, pleasure-seeking victim. The two opposing personality types in these two characters fit the mania and mixed state characteristics of those suffering with type one bipolar disorder. Poe used the characters in “The Cask of Amontillado” to express the feelings of madness he dealt with during his lifetime.
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