July 23, 2014

"Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night!"


Let's hope the party crasher wears the masque of the red death....

He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to with-in three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Poe -- The Masque of the Red Death


Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 23, 2014 5:02 PM
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I believe this affair also stated $10,000 per person or $32,000 per couple.

His whole administration is unfit to govern.

Posted by: Grace at July 23, 2014 6:13 PM

That is a satire. Isn't it?

Posted by: Fat Man at July 23, 2014 6:16 PM

You may not know this, but there are things that gnaw at a man worse than dyin'.

Posted by: chasmatic at July 23, 2014 10:04 PM

Ebola, anthrax, giant insects from another galaxy, a plague of shit-eating rats, any of these would suit them.
I'd settle for Madam LeFarge and her knitting needles in the shadows of the guillotine.

Posted by: chasmatic at July 24, 2014 8:32 AM

There was a king reigned in the East: There, when kings will sit to feast, They get their fill before they think With poisoned meat and poisoned drink. He gathered all that springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store; And easy, smiling, seasoned sound, Sate the king when healths went round. They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. –I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old. ~ A.E. Housman

Posted by: Casca at July 29, 2014 1:04 PM