The Pit and the Pendulum

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The intense darkness oppressed and stifled me so that I struggled for breath.Having been condemned to death by the Spanish Inquisition, the narrator descends into a kind of hell. Dizzy with weakness and fainting with fear, he experiences such torments that death itself would be welcome. What troubles him most is the eternal question: how will he die?Toledo Prison is notorious for the torture of the condemned. What minds have dreamed up the terror of the pit in the center of the cell? What is the significance of the painted figure of Time with his menacing pendulum? Why do the walls glow with heat?Experience with the narrator the intensity of his suffering when death seems inevitable but its form uncertain. 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They shrank alarmedly back; many sought the well. But this was only for a moment. I had not counted in vain upon their voracity. Observing that I remained without motion, one or two of the boldest leaped upon the frame-work, and smelt at the surcingle. This seemed the signal for a general rush. Forth from the well they hurried in fresh troops. They clung to the wood—they overran it, and leaped in hundreds upon my person. The measured movement of the pendulum disturbed them not at all. Avoiding its strokes they busied themselves with the anointed bandage. They pressed—they swarmed upon me in ever accumulating heaps. They writhed upon my throat; their cold lips sought my own; I was half stifled by their thronging pressure; disgust, for which the world has no name, swelled my bosom, and chilled, with a heavy clamminess, my heart. Yet one minute, and I felt that the struggle would be over. Plainly I perceived the loosening of the bandage. I knew that in more than one place it must be already severed. With a more than human resolution I lay still."},{"id":"id11:37","kind":"paragraph","text":"Nor had I erred in my calculations—nor had I endured in vain. I at length felt that I was free. The surcingle hung in ribands from my body. But the stroke of the pendulum already pressed upon my bosom. It had divided the serge of the robe. It had cut through the linen beneath. Twice again it swung, and a sharp sense of pain shot through every nerve. But the moment of escape had arrived. At a wave of my hand my deliverers hurried tumultuously away. With a steady movement—cautious, sidelong, shrinking, and slow—I slid from the embrace of the bandage and beyond the reach of the scimitar. For the moment, at least, I was free."},{"id":"id11:38","kind":"paragraph","text":"Free!—and in the grasp of the Inquisition! I had scarcely stepped from my wooden bed of horror upon the stone floor of the prison, when the motion of the hellish machine ceased and I beheld it drawn up, by some invisible force, through the ceiling. This was a lesson which I took desperately to heart. My every motion was undoubtedly watched. Free!—I had but escaped death in one form of agony, to be delivered unto worse than death in some other. With that thought I rolled my eyes nervously around on the barriers of iron that hemmed me in. Something unusual—some change which, at first, I could not appreciate distinctly—it was obvious, had taken place in the apartment. For many minutes of a dreamy and trembling abstraction, I busied myself in vain, unconnected conjecture. During this period, I became aware, for the first time, of the origin of the sulphurous light which illumined the cell. It proceeded from a fissure, about half an inch in width, extending entirely around the prison at the base of the walls, which thus appeared, and were, completely separated from the floor. I endeavored, but of course in vain, to look through the aperture."},{"id":"id11:39","kind":"paragraph","text":"As I arose from the attempt, the mystery of the alteration in the chamber broke at once upon my understanding. I have observed that, although the outlines of the figures upon the walls were sufficiently distinct, yet the colors seemed blurred and indefinite. These colors had now assumed, and were momentarily assuming, a startling and most intense brilliancy, that gave to the spectral and fiendish portraitures an aspect that might have thrilled even firmer nerves than my own. Demon eyes, of a wild and ghastly vivacity, glared upon me in a thousand directions, where none had been visible before, and gleamed with the lurid lustre of a fire that I could not force my imagination to regard as unreal."},{"id":"id11:40","kind":"paragraph","text":"Unreal!—Even while I breathed there came to my nostrils the breath of the vapour of heated iron! A suffocating odour pervaded the prison! A deeper glow settled each moment in the eyes that glared at my agonies! A richer tint of crimson diffused itself over the pictured horrors of blood. I panted! I gasped for breath! There could be no doubt of the design of my tormentors—oh! most unrelenting! oh! most demoniac of men! I shrank from the glowing metal to the centre of the cell. Amid the thought of the fiery destruction that impended, the idea of the coolness of the well came over my soul like balm. I rushed to its deadly brink. I threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw. At length it forced—it wrestled its way into my soul—it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason.—Oh! for a voice to speak!—oh! horror!—oh! any horror but this! With a shriek, I rushed from the margin, and buried my face in my hands—weeping bitterly."},{"id":"id11:41","kind":"paragraph","text":"The heat rapidly increased, and once again I looked up, shuddering as with a fit of the ague. There had been a second change in the cell—and now the change was obviously in the form. As before, it was in vain that I, at first, endeavoured to appreciate or understand what was taking place. But not long was I left in doubt. The Inquisitorial vengeance had been hurried by my two-fold escape, and there was to be no more dallying with the King of Terrors. The room had been square. I saw that two of its iron angles were now acute—two, consequently, obtuse. The fearful difference quickly increased with a low rumbling or moaning sound. In an instant the apartment had shifted its form into that of a lozenge. But the alteration stopped not here-I neither hoped nor desired it to stop. 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? Could I resist its glow? or, if even that, could I withstand its pressure. And now, flatter and flatter grew the lozenge, with a rapidity that left me no time for contemplation. Its centre, and of course, its greatest width, came just over the yawning gulf. I shrank back—but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward. At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink—I averted my eyes—"},{"id":"id11:42","kind":"paragraph","text":"There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh grating as of a thousand thunders! The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell, fainting, into the abyss. It was that of General Lasalle. The French army had entered Toledo . The Inquisition was in the hands of its enemies."}],"toc":[{"id":"id11:0:1","label":"The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe","page":1,"pageUrl":"/books/222PdRBQ#reader-content"}]},"similarBooks":[{"idCatalog":9313,"shortId":"1rc3PSZr","title":"Мастер и Маргарита","authorLine":"Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков","primaryAuthorId":"2bd2e67f-2a82-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/4a07a33f-4a51-11e5-87ef-0025905a06ea/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/1rc3PSZr"},{"idCatalog":648940,"shortId":"1gkuwFig","title":"Изгнанник Ардена","authorLine":"Freedom, Софи Анри","primaryAuthorId":"c6365023-3cb7-11ec-8d3b-0cc47a5f137d","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/41d12354-1776-11f0-8ce3-0cc47af30fe4/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/1gkuwFig"},{"idCatalog":75738,"shortId":"0FN1YbN2","title":"Мёртвая зона","authorLine":"Стивен Кинг, Виктор Валентинович Антонов","primaryAuthorId":"ebcd0396-2a80-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/7b04b86a-2768-11e2-86b3-b737ee03444a/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/0FN1YbN2"},{"idCatalog":328912,"shortId":"21bU3TEI","title":"Институт","authorLine":"Стивен Кинг, Екатерина Михайловна Доброхотова-Майкова","primaryAuthorId":"ebcd0396-2a80-102a-9ae1-2dfe723fe7c7","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/36ad2163-676b-11ea-9c12-0cc47a5f3f85/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/21bU3TEI"},{"idCatalog":389158,"shortId":"2FtaBl32","title":"Четыре жизни Хелен Ламберт","authorLine":"Констанс Сэйерс, INSPIRIA, Ольга Сергеевна Захватова","primaryAuthorId":"5454af2e-7ccf-11eb-9deb-441ea152441c","coverUrl":"https://storage.yandexcloud.net/bookra-catalog-litres-public/content/6c268dbd-7ccf-11eb-8996-0cc47a5f137d/thumbs/400.webp","publicUrl":"https://bookra.app/books/2FtaBl32"},{"idCatalog":271480,"shortId":"2CK3rTeY","title":"Скорбь Сатаны","authorLine":"Мария Корелли, Е. 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