The Monkey's Paw. By W. W. Jacobs "Be careful what you wish for, you may receive it. " --Anonymous Part I Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. "Hark at the wind," said Mr. "I'm listening," said the latter grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. "I should hardly think that he's come tonight, " said his father, with his hand poised over the board. "Mate," replied the son. "That's the worst of living so far out," balled Mr. "Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one. " Mr. "There he is," said Herbert White as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door. The old man rose with hospitable haste and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival.
"Sargeant-Major Morris, " he said, introducing him. "Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. "He don't look to have taken much harm. " said Mrs. "Nothing. " said the soldier hastily. "Monkey's paw? " Mr. Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? Why is "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? " dedicated to Bob Dylan? Criticism Q: How do I find the books and articles listed below? A: Check your local library, and ask a librarian; they often have access to full-text online articles that you can't get for free on the web. Books Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
Edited and with an Introduction by Elaine ShowalterNew Brunswick, NJ: Rutgers UP, 1994 Johnson, GregJoyce Carol Oates: A Study of the Short FictionNew York: Twayne, 1994 Johnson, Greg"The Short Stories (I) : The Wheel of Love"Understanding Joyce Carol OatesColumbia: University of South Carolina Press, 1987, p92-116 Wegs, Joyce M. " Articles Wilson,-Jordan, Jacqueline"Joyce Carol Oates's 'Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? ' Cioe, Paul"'Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? ' Symington, Rodney"Response to Alan Latta, 'Spinell and Connie: Joyce Carol Oates Re-Imagining Thomas Mann? '” Davis, Christian R. " Hurley, C. Latta, Alan D. " Nancy Bishop Dessommes"O'Connor's Mrs. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. By Washington Irving Found among the papers of the late Diedrech Knickerbocker. A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky. - Castle of Indolence.
In the bosom of one of those spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappan Zee, and where they always prudently shortened sail and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market town or rural port, which by some is called Greensburgh, but which is more generally and properly known by the name of Tarry Town. This name was given, we are told, in former days, by the good housewives of the adjacent country, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village tavern on market days. He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity. The Open Window (Saki) “My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing. “I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice.” Framton wondered whether Mrs. “Do you know many of the people round here?” “Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “Her tragedy?” “No?” “Here they are at last!” The Cask of Amontillado. By Edgar Allan Poe The Cask of Amontillado and the accompanying illustration by Harry Clarke were published in 1919 in Edgar Allan Poe'sTales of Mystery and Imagination.
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. He had a weak point --this Fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. "How? " "Amontillado! "