The Man that Was Used Up

Edgar Allan Poe

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Edgar Allan Poe

[19.1.1809-7.10.1849] Americký romantický básník, prozaik, literární teoretik a esejista. Autor fantastických a mystických příběhů, zakladatel detektivní literatury a novelistické tvorby. Poe se narodil roku 1809 v americkém Bostonu jako jedno ze 3 dětí rodičů, kteří se živili jako kočovní herci. Otec byl alkoholik a opustil rodinu v roce 1810, matka, úspěšná a oblíbená herečka, zemřela v následujícím roce na tuberkulózu (bylo jí 24 let)....

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Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez vous en eau!
La moitié de ma vie a mis l'autre au tombeau.

--CORNEILLE

 

I CANNOT just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that truly fine-looking fellow, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith. Some one did introduce me to the gentleman, I am sure--at some public meeting, I know very well--held about something of great importance, no doubt--at some place or other, I feel convinced, whose name I have unaccountably forgotten. The truth is--that the introduction was attended, upon my part, with a degree of anxious embarrassment which operated to prevent any definite impressions of either time or place. I am constitutionally nervous- this, with me, is a family failing, and I can't help it. In especial, the slightest appearance of mystery--of any point I cannot exactly comprehend--puts me at once into a pitiable state of agitation.

There was something, as it were, remarkable--yes, remarkable, although this is but a feeble term to express my full meaning--about the entire individuality of the personage in question. He was, perhaps, six feet in height, and of a presence singularly commanding. There was an air distingué pervading the whole man, which spoke of high breeding, and hinted at high birth. Upon this topic--the topic of Smith's personal appearance--I have a kind of melancholy satisfaction in being minute. His head of hair would have done honor to a Brutus,--nothing could be more richly flowing, or possess a brighter gloss. It was of a jetty black,--which was also the color, or more properly the no-color of his unimaginable whiskers. You perceive I cannot speak of these latter without enthusiasm; it is not too much to say that they were the handsomest pair of whiskers under the sun. At all events, they encircled, and at times partially overshadowed, a mouth utterly unequalled. Here were the most entirely even, and the most brilliantly white of all conceivable teeth. From between them, upon every proper occasion, issued a voice of surpassing clearness, melody, and strength. In the matter of eyes, also, my acquaintance was pre-eminently endowed. Either one of such a pair was worth a couple of the ordinary ocular organs. They were of a deep hazel exceedingly large and lustrous; and there was perceptible about them, ever and anon, just that amount of interesting obliquity which gives pregnancy to expression.

The bust of the General was unquestionably the finest bust I ever saw. For your life you could not have found a fault with its wonderful proportion. This rare peculiarity set off to great advantage a pair of shoulders which would have called up a blush of conscious inferiority into the countenance of the marble Apollo. I have a passion for fine shoulders, and may say that I never beheld them in perfection before. The arms altogether were admirably modelled. Nor were the lower limbs less superb. These were, indeed, the ne plus ultra of good legs. Every connoisse…