Yup. But I no longer update that thing since IGA left. hahahah!
I was able to talk to him way back in 2005 regarding DoS.
Yup, very special memories.
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Anyway, I found something on my computer from my undergraduate days. (I have not published this)
It was a prequel writing exercise for "The Cask of Amontillado" by Edgar Allan Poe. (not a poem)
This is Poe's story:
http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/POE/cask.htmlMy prequel:
Fortunato and I were friends as far as I can remember. Fortunato, you see, is a very proud man who sometimes doesn’t mind stepping on other people’s toes. I treated him as a friend so I allowed these injuries to pass. As you well know, I am more of a gentleman than he is. But of course, a man’s tolerance has its limits.
A few years back before Fortunato died, he gave a party wherein all of the prominent families in Italy were invited. The invitation didn’t reach me until 2 days before the party whereas the rest of the elite had known about it 2 weeks before! He must have forgotten about me because of the intense party preparations. But anyway, as a friend and a gentleman, I still accepted his invitation. I spent these 2 days searching for a perfect gift for Fortunato—an exquisite and expensive Italian wine.
The day of the party came and Fortunato delightfully received all the gifts given to him, except mine to which he loudly commented that the gift I gave him isn’t the finest of its kind. What the nerve to ask more of me whom he had nearly forgotten, as if insulting my capabilities of choosing wines. Has he forgotten that I am also a connoisseur and that the wine he had in mind wasn’t yet matured at that time? Anyway, I took it as a joke and laughed. He too laughed and so did the rest. I left early explaining that I have several business matters to attend to next morning.
The next day, I learned that his insult was the talk of the town. I clenched my fists and bit my lip whenever I heard or recalled the event. I decided to seek vengeance, but only a few more years after the incident when the news of the insult had subsided. Until then, I would continue to smile to Fortunato as if nothing had happened.