Падение дома Ашеров

           Fromthatchamber,andfromthatmansion,Ifledaghast. ThestormwasstillabroadinallitswrathasIfoundmyselfcrossingtheoldcauseway. Suddenlythereshotalongthepathawildlight,andIturnedtoseewhenceagleamsounusualcouldhaveissued;forthevasthouseanditsshadowswerealonebehindme. Theradiancewasthatofthefull,setting,andblood-redmoonwhichnowshonevividlythroughthatoncebarely-discerniblefissureofwhichIhavebeforespokenasextendingfromtheroofofthebuilding,inazigzagdirection,tothebase. WhileIgazed,thisfissurerapidlywidened—therecameafiercebreathofthewhirlwind—theentireorbofthesatelliteburstatonceuponmysight—mybrainreeledasIsawthemightywallsrushingasunder—therewasalongtumultuousshoutingsoundlikethevoiceofathousandwaters—andthedeepanddanktarnatmyfeetclosedsullenlyandsilentlyoverthefragmentsofthe“HouseofUsher.”