I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus
spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. Yet I should fail in
any attempt to convey an idea of the exact character of the studies, or
of the occupations in which he involved me, or led me the way. An
excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphurous luster over
all. His long, improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among
other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion
and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of von Weber[8].
From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which
grew, touch by touch, into vaguenesses at which I shuddered the more
thrillingly because I shuddered knowing not why,—from these paintings
(vivid as their images now are before, me) I would in vain endeavor to
educe more than a small portion which should lie within the compass of
merely written words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness of his
designs, he arrested and overawed attention. If ever mortal painted an
idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me, at least, in the
circumstances then surrounding me, there arose out of the pure
abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw, upon his
canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever
yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete
reveries of Fuseli.[9]
One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partaking not so
rigidly of the spirit of abstraction may be shadowed forth, although
feebly, in words. A small picture presented the interior of an
immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth,
white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of
the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at
an exceeding depth below the surface of the earth. No outlet was
observed in any portion of its vast extent, and no torch or other
artificial source of light was discernible; yet a flood of intense rays
rolled throughout, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate
splendor.
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