Silence Insanity In Edgar Allan Poe's 'Di'

Silence Insanity
He wondered if he had gone mad. He covered his ears with both of his hands, but he could still hear the garbled voices that were echoing around the room. He sat for a moment behind his desk and slow his breathing telling himself that he was simply tired. A sudden knock at the door caused his heart to skip a beat and with trembling hands, he opened it and a little blond girl with a scraped knee walked in. Carefully he helped her up onto his examining table and as he dabbed at her with cotton and antiseptic he once again heard them. This time they sounded as if they were shouting from far away. The words were more jumbled and again, he questioned his sanity. To verify his good sense he glanced down at the girl and inquired with false indifference,

He had closed the seven oceans several times, fought off monsters with his bare hands, and debated the meaning of live with mythical creatures. It all seemed so exotics to boy from the city. And so I'd incessantly plead with him, "Please papa tell me a story." He would often oblige and talk about his shadowy adventures and his green eyes would sparkle as he whispered his strange secrets into my ears. Peculiar revelations about his past that I alone could be entrust with. He best stories were tales about his childhood. Like the story about how he had moved from a three story brownstone that reeked of freshly baked cookies into his grandfather's home which was high atop a pinkish green mountain and situated next to a gigantic red barn in the middle of a beautiful, sprawling apple orchard. He often told about the neat rows of trees that were covered with dainty light pink blossoms. He remembered catching whiffs of the sweet smelling flowers and he revealed that there rich aroma filled the fresh mountain air. Then during our drive he let slip that's where he had met the ogre. “What kind of ogre?” I asked filled with