Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent. The sentence, the dread sentence of death, was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum.
The Pit and the Pendulum Impia tortorum logos hic turba furores Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto ninc funeris antro, Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent. I was sick - sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.
The sentence - the dread sentence of death - was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of revolution - perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill-wheel This only for a brief period; for presently I heard no more.
Yet, for a while, I saw; but with how terrible an exaggeration! I saw the lips of the black-robed judges.
They appeared to me white - whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words - and thin even to grotesqueness; thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness - of immovable resolution - of stern contempt of human torture.
I saw that the decrees of what to me was Fate, were still issuing from those lips. I saw them writhe with a deadly locution. I saw them fashion the syllables of my name; and I shuddered because no sound succeeded.
I saw, too, for a few moments of delirious horror, the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the sable draperies which enwrapped the walls of the apartment. And then my vision fell upon the seven fall candles upon the table. At first they wore the aspect of charity, and seemed white slender angels who would save me; but then, all at once, there came a most deadly nausea over my spirit, and I felt every fibre in my frame thrill as if I had touched the wire of a galvanic battery, while the angel forms became meaningless spectres, with heads of flame, and I saw that from them there would be no help.
And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.
The thought came gently and stealthily, and it seemed long before it attained full appreciation; but just as my spirit came at length properly to feel and entertain it, the figures of the judges vanished, as if magically, from before me; the tall candles dank into nothingness; their flames went out utterly; the blackness of darkness supervened; all sensations appeared swallowed up in a mad rushing descent as of the soul of Hades.
Then silence, and stillness, and night were the universe. What of it there remained I sill not attempt to define, or even to describe; yet all was not lost.
On the deepest slumber - no! In delirium - no! In a swoon - no! In death - no! Else there is no immortality for man.The Pit and the Pendulum (released on DVD in the United States as The Inquisitor) is a American horror film directed by Stuart Gordon and based on the eponymous short story by Edgar Allan timberdesignmag.com film is an amalgamation of the aforementioned story with other Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado", and it also appropriates the anecdote of "The Sword of Damocles", reassigning it to the character.
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The Pit and the Pendulum. by Edgar Allan Poe (published ) Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro. "The Pit and the Pendulum" is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe and first published in in the literary annual The Gift: A Christmas and New Year's Present for Clock Repair Archive for notes from the bench Please be aware that this is an archive of notes and specifications and as such is unedited and quite disorganized.