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Oh, horror upon horror! the ice opens suddenly…and we are whirling dizzily, in immense concentric circles, round and round the borders of a gigantic amphitheatre, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness…But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny…we are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool and amid a roaring, and bellowing, and shrieking of ocean and of tempest, the ship is quivering, oh God! and going down..."
Edgar Allan Poe, "MS. Found in a Bottle"
Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, 1840.
It's Edgar Allan Poe's Birthday today! Yup. The big man himself.
So what's the importance of this post? Well, it's not Edgar Allan Poe
per se.
It's the date, January 19.
It's our
10th 11th wedding anniversary.
