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In a mournful mightnight, the writer tries in vain to entertain himself reading occultism books; unable to avoid it, he constatly remembers his beloved Leonor died short before. Suddenly, a majestic raven enters the room and perches on the bust of Pallas which rests by the doorframe. Poe interrogates such a beautiful and gloomy bird about its name. Surprisingly, the bird answered the question with a strange centence: “Nevermore“. Edgar Allan Poe’s delirium thus starts, tormenting him until h
