Edgar Allan Poe — "Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them."
Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
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About Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
American Gothic poet and short-story writer who invented the detective story (Murders in the Rue Morgue) and shaped horror literature. Closely associated with Nathaniel Hawthorne (fellow American Gothic) and Charles Baudelaire (his French translator and torch-bearer). For an intellectual contrast, see Ralph Waldo Emerson, Transcendentalist optimist of self-reliance — Poe wrote essays attacking the entire Transcendentalist circle as didactic and intellectually thin — he derisively called them 'Frogpondians' and treated their cheerful mysticism as the literary opposite of his macabre realism.
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Often attributed, but exact source is debated. Similar sentiments appear in his works.
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