The Cask of Amontillado, aka What Did I Just Read – The Masterpost


Look, I know I said it’d be a while before I livetweeted anything again, but I just really felt like livetweeting something last night.  So here it is, my complete livetweet of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Cask of Amontillado.

Let the WTF-ery begin.

  • yall…………………. I don’t want to do schoolwork so I’m going to livetweet a thing
  • specifically The Cask of Amontillado because apparently it’s been a meme on tumblr lately and not getting the jokes has been rly frustrating
  • (also, for the first time, I’m literally only doing this on my phone so I’m just gonna be switching windows constantly lmaoooo)
  • “The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.” wasting NO time, I see
  • “You, who so well know the nature of my soul”–
  • “I must not only punish but punish with impunity” – okay, Frank Castle, chill the eff out
  • this whole bit about what exactly counts as revenge has me like
  • (and all of that was just the first paragraph, good lord)
  • apparently the nameless narrator dude has literally done nothing to this Fortunato dude and Fortunato is still sh*tting on his entire life
  • “he did not perceive that my to smile now was at the thought of his immolation” – holy cow what did this guy DO to you
  • omg yall Fortunato’s weakness is wine and now my mental image of him is basically John Thorpe
  • our narrator is a wino as well. the frat bro jokes on tumblr are starting to make sense now
  • oh boyyyyyyyy y’all this is happening during the carnival season. we’re in for some topsy-turvy ish
  • right so dude’s at this carnival and he meets his friend who’s wearing motley, yada yada
  • so wait wait wait is this bloke seriously on the warpath because a motley fool insulted him. is this what’s happening here.
    • note after the fact:  probably not but the mental images this conjures up are too fun to abandon
  • I literally feel like I’m reading the sequel to Twelfth Night here
  • Thirteenth Night: Malvolio Strikes Back
  • so Mal (just gonna call him that till we get a name for him) about shakes Fort’s hand right off and is like “I got some gr8 wine my dude”
  • like……….. is he gonna put cyanide in there or what
  • anyway at the news that Mal got some Amontillado, Fort basically completely short-circuits and all he can freaking say is “Amontillado!”
  • in case yall thought I was kidding:
  • he’s like a parrot. or Hodor
  • pardon me while I play a quick game of Who the F is Speaking
  • okay I think Mal just invited himself the f over to Fort’s place like wow rude
  • wait I think Fort just said Mal had a cold? has he been talking like Goofy this whole time?
  • well that certainly complicates a lot of my mental pictures
  • oh WAIT NO I got it all wrong, Fort was the one who invited himself over to Mal’s place
  • man I literally got everything completely backwards
  • again, dialogue tags are muy importante
  • that makes this whole bit funnier:
    F: let’s get drunk at your place
    M: but, uh, you’re busy!
    F: no I’m not
    M: uhh, you’re sick tho?
    F: …no
  • Mal, my dude, unless this is some lady-doth-protest stuff here, you don’t actually seem that eager to get your revenge on Fort
  • bro. bruh. honeybruh. Mal is literally putting on a mask and cloak to LEAVE this carnival
  • and he doesn’t even call it a cloak, either, it’s a “roquelaire”
  • he’s so extra I can’t
  • so as per the typical carnival scene, none of Mal’s attendants are at home, but rather they’re getting lit
  • this guy has ATTENDANTS ffs why is he bothering to revenge himself on a LITERAL MOTLEY FOOL
  • oh and he doesn’t call torches “torches” but “flambeaux” like why is that necessary
  • “flambeaux and pitchforks” just doesn’t roll off the tongue
  • so anyway they go down this long spirally-af staircase and get to–wait, CATACOMBS?
  • Mal, my dude, my guy, I was expecting an actual wine cellar, not a graveyard
  • and these aren’t just any catacombs, they’re his family’s. literally “the catacombs of the Montresors” like what the actual f
  • do people generally get turnt in their family graveyards in this era or is Mal just a giant weirdo
  • heyoooo.
  • anyway.  moving tf on
  • “The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.” Mal ffs WHY are you messing with a JOKER
  • like seriously what did this guy ever do to you that he wasn’t expressly permitted to do in his literal job description
  • is Mal literally just going to asbestos Fort before they even get to the wine
  • I have been laughing for approximately 40000 years because (1) this is Poe’s version of coughing, and (2) honestly same tho
  • “My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.” – WAIT BRO AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE THE WHOLE TIME?
  • holy cow, my dude, you are vicious
  • “‘It is nothing,’ he said, at last” – Fort, you complete wafflebrain, you almost hacked up an entire lung back there
  • he’s already drunk as all get-out, though, so he has an excuse for being so wafflebrained
  • “‘Come,’ I said, with decision, ‘we will go back… you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter.'” UM
  • drunk or not that is some ominous effing phrasing right there
  • “A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps.” yeah that totally isn’t wine you’re about to give him. that is totally not wine.
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  • “‘Drink,’ I said, presenting him the wine.”
  • “He raised it to his lips with a leer.”
  • “‘I drink,’ he said, ‘to the buried that repose around us.’
    ‘And I to your long life.'”
  • Mal rn
  • okay so I guess that particular wine wasn’t poisoned or anything? lord
  • yay time for a genealogy lesson with Mr. Malvolio Montresor
  • k I’m like 99% sure Mal is making up his family’s coat of arms just to be dramatic
  • “A huge human foot d’or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel” – like come on Mal
  • oh and Mal just got to their motto, – time to Google translate this ish
  • update, an approximate translation would be AIN’T NOBODY MESSIN WITH MY MOTHERF*CKIN CLIQUE
  • “The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc.”
    k like
    I know this isn’t gay
  • “I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow” – don’t mind me I’m just writing fanfic in my head
  • so there’s even more of this “nitre” stuff deeper in the catacombs. I looked it up, and apparently it’s saltpeter.
  • which, like, can explode. right?
  • Wikipedia said it’s used in rocket propellant and fireworks and gunpowder so I mean
  • wouldn’t it be hysterical if Mal’s plan backfired quite literally and he Guy Fawksed them both
  • Mal is at least trying to act concerned for Fort’s cough and Fort is like “I literally don’t care, just give me more wine”
  • “I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave” are you kidding me Mal. De Grave. could you BE any more extra jfc
  • ahahahah Fort chugs the flagon and tosses it aside while flipping it the bird and Mal is just like
  • I would just like to formally state that I have no idea wtf is going on
  • like first of all where did this freemason conspiracy stuff come from, and then second, a trowel????????
  • is this gonna be some Chekov’s Trowel ish
  • man if anybody wants to explain that particular digression to me, after I’ve finished here, feel f***ing free, bc I got nothing
  • ANYWAY so there’s apparently much more twisty turny stuff going on in the wine cellar from hell
  • so yeah remember the bone church from The Phantom of the Opera? well this is basically a bone crypt. not kidding ya
  • “the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth” – nO.
  • I just found this gif and I regret my entire existence
  • I s2g if they don’t find this godforsaken wine soon
  • there are crypts within crypts in this literal hellhole
  • Mal, ever vicious: hey, that’s a lot of nitre there, sure you don’t want to get outta here? TOO BAD MOFO I’VE GOT YOU LOCKED UP
  • “‘The Amontillado!’ ejaculated my friend”–BROSKI YOU ARE CHAINED TO A WALL WINE IS THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS RN
  • Chekov’s Trowel, yall, for real
  • Mal is literally going to wall this guy up in the wine cellar from hell what a way to go
  • this is about the worst time for Fort to sober up, so of course that’s exactly what happens
  • at one point Fort just starts screaming and Mal’s all
  • omg Mal’s about to finish walling the guy in and Fort decides to get all Joker on him
  • Fort: lollllll you’re even putting the last stone in this is hilarious
    Fort: you can stop now lmao
  • “No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within”–oh so now you’re gonna flame the poor guy too?
  • he literally just rebuilds the crypt wall and leaves Fort there I’m
    is that it
    is that the entire story
  • not even any sort of backstory for why he hates the guy so much? nothing?
  • sure. I guess.
  • so I guess that’s the end of it. poor Fortunato’s bones are buried at the arse-end of some giant crypt and nobody ever finds him. cool

Well, that was fun.  I’ll be back soon with another Canada post.  Till then:

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