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by Edgar Allan Poe
The Masque of the Red Death is a gothic horror tale written by Edgar Allan Poe and first published in 1842 in Graham's Magazine. The story follows the traditional structure of gothic narrative and is considered an allegory about the inevitability of death.
The story takes place at the castellated abbey of the happy and dauntless and sagacious Prince Prospero. Prospero and 1,000 other nobles have taken refuge in this walled abbey to escape the Red Death, a terrible plague with gruesome symptoms that has swept over the land.
The disease is so brutal that patients fail in less than half an hour, with symptoms such as sharp pain or dizzy spells. Prospero and his retinue completely ignore the terror and suffering of the population and will stay in their fortified refuge, enjoying all kinds of luxuries.
The book was made into a movie by the same name, The Masque of the Red Death, from 1964 and starring Vincent Price and Hazel Court.
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About Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer and poet, best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre.
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The best The Masque of the Red Death quotes
Here the case was very different, as might have been expected from the duke's love of the bizarre.
Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
His vesture was dabbled in blood—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
