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What Happens To Fortunato In The Cask Of Amontillado?

2025-07-11 02:30:16

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Lydia

It is Fortunato who is eventually buried alive in the underground catacombs by Montresor, who uses his love of wine to gain his consent to venture into the underground tunnels. It is extremely cruel and the detail of it is part of the poem’s greatness. The setting for the action is a carnival; Fortunato is dressed up as a jester for the event, and he believes that Montresor is only concerned for his health. But he trusts him, and is therefore killed by his “friend”. Poe builds up the action to the climax slowly, so that we feel each brick being laid by Montresor. After Fortunato has stopped screaming, there is no more sound for many years and Montresor recounts the story with enormous relish. It is a very powerful and nasty story and stays with you long after you have read it. There is no justice or closure in the end for the victim.

2025-07-15

Sophia

In “The Cask of Amontillado” Poe describes the unfortunate fate of Fortunato, a guest who is invited by Montresor to come down to the underground vaults to taste a bottle of rare Amontillado wine. Fortunato gladly complies, driven by his great pride as a connoisseur of wine. He, drunk as he is, is completely blind to the fate that awaits him. He follows Montresor, who is perfectly happy to have him there. Later, as Montresor chains Fortunato to the wall of the vault to fill the niche with bricks, Fortunato realizes his terrible mistake. Alas, his awful shrieks are followed by despairing peals of laughter, a most haunting and sinister note.

The blood chilling reality of Montresor’s revenge is that it is carried out in a calm and collected fashion. There is no raging or frenzied behavior displayed by the avenger. Poe leaves the reader to ponder the morality of the Revenger’s actions as well as those of his victim, Fortunato. The final line of Montresor’s story, ‘In pace requiescat,’ is another ironic remark. Montresor wishes Fortunato peace, yet he is proud to recall the details of his slaughter of the young Gentleman decades after the fact. The story is a masterpiece of psychological horror. Who is the real monster in the story?

2025-07-16

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