So I read in the news today about the Indonesian macaque monkeys who’ve learned to successfully catch fish, and how exciting this is for biology, and how it’s a living and breathing example of the adaptation of a species to its conditions and environment, and really it was all astonishing stuff to read.
But for some reason all I could think was that these monkeys are capable of catching fish with their bare hands, and in the modern on-demand way we’d expect of them, when it takes me hours of unraveling knots and tying knots and waving a stick around in the water before, if I’m very very lucky, I manage to land anything more than ingredients for a muck-and-weed juice drink.
And then I snapped out of it and thought: huh, jealous of monkeys. Well, why not?
In other news, a killer thunderstorm knocked the power out twice before settling into the atmosphere needed for Poe regaleritics.
3 thoughts on “The Cask of Amontillado”
Great! My favorite Poe story. I am reminded of 9th grade English class and learning the meaning of irony. Still listening, many thanks.
Wonderful reading of this classic story.
Thank you–this is very very wonderful.