“Oh God! what could I do? I foamed —I raved —I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder —louder —louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! —no, no! They heard! —they suspected! —they knew! —they were making a mockery of my horror!-This I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now —again! —hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
‘Villains!’ I shrieked, ‘dissemble no more! I admit the deed! —tear up the planks! here, here! —It is the beating of his hideous heart!’”
-Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart
The Black Cat(1934)
Director: Edgar G. Ulmer
Cast: Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi, David Manners, Julie Bishop
David Manners and Julie Bishop as Peter and Joan Alison
David Manners also played Jonathan Harker in Dracula (1931) and Frank Whemple in The Mummy (1932)
“From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiar of character grew with my growth, and in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.”
‘The Black Cat’ – Short Story by Edgar Allan Poe
“From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen.”
Men have called me mad; but the question is not settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest of intelligence.
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.