Edgar Poe’s Berenice |
00:00:12.312 - 00:00:14.180 |
I have a tale to tell… |
00:00:42.428 - 00:00:44.397 |
…in its own essence rife with horror. |
00:00:44.517 - 00:00:46.944 |
I would suppress it… |
00:00:47.064 - 00:00:49.128 |
…were it not a record more of feelings… |
00:00:49.331 - 00:00:52.078 |
…than of facts. |
00:00:52.198 - 00:00:53.679 |
Berenice and I were cousins… |
00:01:04.821 - 00:01:07.100 |
…and we grew up together… |
00:01:07.116 - 00:01:08.659 |
…in my paternal halls. |
00:01:08.689 - 00:01:10.216 |
Yet differently we grew. |
00:01:11.465 - 00:01:12.906 |
I, ill of health… |
00:01:13.932 - 00:01:15.231 |
…and buried in gloom. |
00:01:15.861 - 00:01:17.333 |
She, agile, graceful… |
00:01:17.739 - 00:01:19.038 |
…and overflowing with energy. |
00:01:19.652 - 00:01:21.422 |
I, living within my own heart… |
00:01:30.255 - 00:01:32.489 |
…and addicted, body and soul… |
00:01:32.609 - 00:01:34.501 |
…to the most intense… |
00:01:34.796 - 00:01:36.390 |
…and painful meditation. |
00:01:36.510 - 00:01:38.410 |
She, roaming carelessly through life… |
00:01:47.325 - 00:01:50.340 |
…with no thought of
the shadows in her path… |
00:01:50.460 - 00:01:52.766 |
…or the silent flight… |
00:01:53.001 - 00:01:55.064 |