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	<title>Edgar Allan Poe Works &#187; Tales of Conscience</title>
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		<title>The Man of the Crowd</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir etre seul. LA BRUYERE. IT WAS well said of a certain German book that &#8220;er lasst sich nicht lesen&#8221;– it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Tell-Tale Heart</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[TRUE! —nervous —very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses —not destroyed —not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Black Cat</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not —and very surely do I not dream. But to–morrow I die, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Imp of the Perverse</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[IN THE consideration of the faculties and impulses– of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them. In the pure arrogance of the reason, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>William Wilson</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 13:19:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What say of it? what say (of) CONSCIENCE grim, That spectre in my path? Chamberlayne's Pharronida. LET me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn —for the horror —for [...]]]></description>
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