Poe, Edgar Allen / 2008-05-30 00:00:00
1841
A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM
by Edgar Allan Poe
A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM
The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways;
nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness,
profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in
them greater than the well of Democritus.
Joseph Glanville.
WE had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes
the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.
"Not long ago," said he at length, "and I could have guided you on
this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three
years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened
before to mortal man --or at least such as no man ever survived to
tell of --and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have
broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man --but I am
not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty
black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that
I tremble at the least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow.
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