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Edgar Allan PoeA modern alternative to SparkNotes and CliffsNotes, SuperSummary offers high-quality Study Guides with detailed chapter summaries and analysis of major themes, characters, and more. For select classroom titles, we also provide Teaching Guides with discussion and quiz questions to prompt student engagement.
“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.”
This quote sets the tone and establishes the story’s theme of vengeance. Montresor never explains the “thousand injuries” against him, leaving the reader to follow the unreliable narrative. The reader does, however, understand the narrator’s motivation from the outset of the story.
“I must not only punish but punish with impunity.”
“There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house.”
Montresor reveals how he has orchestrated his house attendants to be out of his way during his plan. This demonstrates the level of his calculative deception. He has set his plan in motion so that he can carry it out undisturbed.
“‘It is father on,’ said I; ‘but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls.’”
“‘Enough,’ he said; ‘the cough’s a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.’”
“A huge human foot d’or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are embedded in the heel.”
This describes the Montresor family crest, which can have two interpretations regarding the characters. First, Montresor could be crushing the snake’s head out of vengeance for its bite. Second, Fortunato could be crushing the snake Montresor, who in turn “bites” him such that he is not attacked with impunity.
“Nemo me impune lacessit.”
This phrase means “No one attacks me with impunity” (211). It is the Montresor family motto and illustrates the character’s motivation. While Montresor refuses to be attacked with impunity, he nevertheless wishes to attack (or “punish” [161]) Fortunato with impunity such that he faces no ramifications. He ensures this happens.
“‘A mason,’ I replied.”
“We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to flow than flame.”
“Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris.”
Death and decay come to the forefront of the story. Human remains surround the men, foreshadowing the murder. Fortunato has unknowingly been ensnared and will join the remains—though he will be buried alive.
“As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.”
Montresor finally begins, unhesitatingly, to enact his devious plan. These lines recall Montresor’s reference of being a “mason.” He has hidden his building materials—his stone and mortar—under a pile of bones, becoming the mason. The fact that he premeditatedly hid these materials shows yet more aof his thematic calculated deceit.
“I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied.”
“‘Ha! ha! ha!—he! he! he!—a very good joke, indeed—an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo—he! he! he!—over our wine—he! he! he!’”
“I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up.”
“For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!”
The reader learns that Fortunato was buried alive 50 years ago at the end of the story. The quote reveals that Fortunato lies undiscovered, and it illustrates Montresor’s lack of remorse: “Rest in peace” read his final words, but it is not some eulogistic well-wish. Montresor wants his own crimes to remain hidden.
By Edgar Allan Poe