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    Quote Originally Posted by linda22003 View Post
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    And thank you again for reminding me how much I enjoy reading Poe :)

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    Quote Originally Posted by Arroyo_Doble View Post
    The opened green bottle? That is Wyeth's Christina's World, isn't it?
    If the name Wyeth sounds familiar that is because of Nathaniel’s far more famous brother, the painter Andrew Wyeth, who gave us “Christina’s World” in 1948, one of the most famous American paintings ever.Nathaniel Wyeth (1911-1990) is the American inventor who gave the world the plastic Coke bottle. That was in the 1970s. Before then Coke and other soft drinks came in green glass bottles, which you can still see in some places, like Greece.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Arroyo_Doble View Post
    The opened green bottle? That is Wyeth's Christina's World, isn't it?
    I hadn't seen her in the bottle the first time I looked. Yes, that is her.
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    Quote Originally Posted by FlaGator View Post
    And thank you again for reminding me how much I enjoy reading Poe :)
    Have you read this Poe short story ?

    Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "The Gold-Bug" (D), The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, 1850, --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    [page 52:]

    THE GOLD-BUG.

    What ho! what ho! this fellow is dancing mad! He hath been bitten by the Tarantula.All in the Wrong.


    MANY years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the mortification consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the city of his forefathers, and took up his residence at Sullivan's Island, near Charleston, South Carolina.

    This Island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the sea sand, and is about three miles long. Its breadth at no point exceeds a quarter of a mile. It is separated from the main land by a scarcely perceptible creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favorite resort of the marsh-hen. The vegetation, as might be supposed, is scant, or at least dwarfish. No trees of any magnitude are to be seen. Near the western extremity, where Fort Moultrie stands, and where are some miserable frame buildings, tenanted, during summer, by the fugitives from Charleston dust and fever, may be found, indeed, the bristly palmetto; but the whole island, with the exception of this western point, and a line of hard, white beach on the seacoast, is covered with a dense undergrowth of the sweet myrtle, [page 53:] so much prized by the horticulturists of England. The shrub here often attains the height of fifteen or twenty feet, and forms an almost impenetrable coppice, burthening the air with its fragrance.

    In the inmost recesses of this coppice, not far from the eastern or more remote end of the island, Legrand had built himself a small hut, which he occupied when I first, by mere accident, made his acquaintance. This soon ripened into friendship — for there was much in the recluse to excite interest and esteem. I found him well educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of alternate enthusiasm and melancholy. He had with him many books, but rarely employed them. His chief amusements were gunning and fishing, or sauntering along the beach and through the myrtles, in quest of shells or entomological specimens; — his collection of the latter might have been envied by a Swammerdamm. In these excursions he was usually accompanied by an old negro, called Jupiter, who had been manumitted before the reverses of the family, but who could be induced, neither by threats nor by promises, to abandon what he considered his right of attendance upon the footsteps of his young "Massa Will." It is not improbable that the relatives of Legrand, conceiving him to be somewhat unsettled in intellect, had contrived to instil this obstinacy into Jupiter, with a view to the supervision and guardianship of the wanderer.

    The winters in the latitude of Sullivan's Island are seldom very severe, and in the fall of the year it is a rare event indeed when a fire is considered necessary. About the middle of October, 18—, there occurred, however, a day of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the evergreens to the hut of my friend, whom I had not visited for several weeks — my residence being, at that time, in Charleston, a distance of nine miles from the Island, while the facilities of passage and re-passage were very far behind those of the present day. Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom, and getting no reply, sought for the key where I knew it was secreted, unlocked the door and went in. A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth. It was a novelty, and by no means an ungrateful one. I [page 54:] threw off an overcoat, took an arm-chair by the crackling logs, and awaited patiently the arrival of my hosts.

    Soon after dark they arrived, and gave me a most cordial welcome. Jupiter, grinning from ear to ear, bustled about to prepare some marsh-hens for supper. Legrand was in one of his fits — how else shall I term them? — of enthusiasm. He had found an unknown bivalve, forming a new genus, and, more than this, he had hunted down and secured, with Jupiter's assistance, a scarabæus which he believed to be totally new, but in respect to which he wished to have my opinion on the morrow.

    "And why not to-night?" I asked, rubbing my hands over the blaze, and wishing the whole tribe of scarabæi at the devil.

    "Ah, if I had only known you were here!" said Legrand, "but it's so long since I saw you; and how could I foresee that you would pay me a visit this very night of all others? As I was coming home I met Lieutenant G——, from the fort, and, very foolishly, I lent him the bug; so it will be impossible for you to see it until the morning. Stay here to-night, and I will send Jup down for it at sunrise. It is the loveliest thing in creation!"

    "What? — sunrise?"

    "Nonsense! no! — the bug. It is of a brilliant gold color — about the size of a large hickory-nut — with two jet black spots near one extremity of the back, and another, somewhat longer, at the other. The antennæ are — "

    "Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin on you," here interrupted Jupiter; "de bug is a goole bug, solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him wing — neber feel half so hebby a bug in my life."

    "Well, suppose it is, Jup," replied Legrand, somewhat more earnestly, it seemed to me, than the case demanded, "is that any reason for your letting the birds burn? The color" — here he turned to me — "is really almost enough to warrant Jupiter's idea. You never saw a more brilliant metallic lustre than the scales emit — but of this you cannot judge till to-morrow. In the mean time I can give you some idea of the shape." Saying this, he seated himself at a small table, on which were a pen and ink, but no paper. He looked for some in a drawer, but found none.
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    Quote Originally Posted by megimoo View Post
    [SIZE="3"]Have you read this Poe short story ?

    Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "The Gold-Bug" (D), The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, 1850, --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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    I've read most of his short stories. My favorites are Mask of the Red Death, Fall of the House of Usher and Some Words with a Mummy. Which are your favorites?

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    As a much younger man I've read the Cask of the Amontillado,The Red Mask ,The Gold Bug,The Fall Of The House Of Usher,The Pit and The Pendulum,The Black Cat,The Tell Tale Heart . Most were in several Compendium of the writings of Poe !

    "In The movie clip Another clue Identified. The Goblet with the family crest under the table signifies the Cask Of The Amontillado ."

    My favorite if I must choose was I suppose The Fall Of The House Of Usher mostly because I saw the movie of the same name with Vincent Price when I was very young and it frightened me some !
    The Fall of the House of Usher-Vincent Price-Edgar Allan Poe
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9G_BRk-K4o

    Cask of the Amontillado was also a favorite and also frightening because of the bricked up mans fading screams of fear .
    Edgar A. Poe & Walled Up Alive!! (Cask of Amontillado)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7Up2...eature=related
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