The Man That Was Used Up E-Book

Edgar Allan Poe

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 18

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

In this satirical tale, the narrator becomes intrigued by a celebrated military hero whose fame and charisma dominate society. Determined to uncover the secret behind the general's remarkable presence, he sets out to investigate, encountering puzzling hints and evasive remarks from those around him. What begins as admiration turns into a deeper curiosity, as Poe crafts a witty and grotesque commentary on reputation, hero worship, and human identity.

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The Man That Was Used Up

Edgar Allan Poe

SYNOPSIS

In this satirical tale, the narrator becomes intrigued by a celebrated military hero whose fame and charisma dominate society. Determined to uncover the secret behind the general’s remarkable presence, he sets out to investigate, encountering puzzling hints and evasive remarks from those around him. What begins as admiration turns into a deeper curiosity, as Poe crafts a witty and grotesque commentary on reputation, hero worship, and human identity.

Keywords

Satire, Identity, Heroism

NOTICE

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The Man That Was Used Up A Tale of the Late Bugaboo and Kickapoo Campaign

Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez vous en eau!La moitié de ma vie a mis l’ autre au tombeau.—CORNEILLE.

I cannot just now remember when or where I first made the acquaintance of that truly fine-looking fellow, Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith. Someone did introduce me to the gentleman, I am sure—at some public meeting, I know very well—held about something of great importance, no doubt—at some place or other, I feel convinced,—whose name I have unaccountably forgotten. The truth is—that the introduction was attended, upon my part, with a degree of anxious embarrassment which operated to prevent any definite impressions of either time or place. I am constitutionally nervous—this, with me, is a family failing, and I can’t help it. In especial, the slightest appearance of mystery—of any point I cannot exactly comprehend—puts me at once into a pitiable state of agitation.

There was something, as it were, remarkable—yes, remarkable