I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep fear of death and a longing for peace, while recognizing the futility of avoiding one's fate.
In this quote, Edgar Allan Poe conveys the psychological struggle between the desire for peace and the inevitable confrontation with death. The imagery of clasping 'the red walls' suggests a yearning for comfort in a time of despair, but he also reflects on the darker reality that attempting to escape death may lead to consequences even more dreadful than death itself. It encapsulates the human fear of the unknown and the helplessness in the face of destiny.
In practice
In a philosophical debate about mortality, you might say, 'As Poe suggests, I embrace life despite its inevitabilities.'
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Thank Heaven! The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called ''Living'' is conquered at last.
I do not say think as I think, but think in my way. Fear no shadows, least of all in that great spectre of personal unhappiness which binds half the world to orthodoxy.
Never to wrong others takes one a long way towards peace of mind.
The highest religion is to rise to universal brother hood; aye to consider all creatures your equals.
Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.
Peter Lake had no illusions about mortality. He knew that it made everyone perfectly equal, and that the treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter, and love. The wealthy could not buy these things. On the contrary, they were for the taking.
I recall drinking sherry in California and dreaming of England, where I ate dalmoth and dreamed of Delhi. What is the purpose, I wonder, of all this restlessness? I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.
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