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"'During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autu oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length founddrew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher '"

Mr William Stendahl paused in his quotation There, upon a low black hill, stood the House, its cornerstone bearing the inscription 2005 AD

Mr Bigelow, the architect, said, "It's completed Here's the key, Mr Stendahl"

The two ether silently in the quiet auturass at their feet

"The House of Usher," said Mr Stendahl with pleasure "Planned, built, bought, paid for Wouldn't Mr Poe be delighted?"

Mr Bigelow squinted "Is it everything you wanted, sir?"

"Yes!"

"Is the color right? Is it desolate and terrible?"

"Very desolate, very terrible!"

"The walls are--_bleak?_"

"Aly so!"

"The tarn, is it 'black and lurid' enough?"

"Most incredibly black and lurid"

"And the sedge--we've dyed it, you know--is it the proper gray and ebon?"

"Hideous!"