{"product_id":"2940015832631","title":"The Fall of the House of Usher","description":"During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the\u003cbr\u003eautumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the\u003cbr\u003eheavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a\u003cbr\u003esingularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself,\u003cbr\u003eas the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the\u003cbr\u003emelancholy House of Usher.  I know not how it was--but, with the\u003cbr\u003efirst glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom\u003cbr\u003epervaded my spirit.  I say insufferable; for the feeling was\u003cbr\u003eunrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic,\u003cbr\u003esentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest\u003cbr\u003enatural images of the desolate or terrible.  I looked upon the\u003cbr\u003escene before me--upon the mere house, and the simple landscape\u003cbr\u003efeatures of the domain--upon the bleak walls--upon the vacant\u003cbr\u003eeye-like windows--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white\u003cbr\u003etrunks of decayed trees--with an utter depression of soul which I\u003cbr\u003ecan compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the\u003cbr\u003eafter-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into\u003cbr\u003eeveryday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil.  There was\u003cbr\u003ean iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed\u003cbr\u003edreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could\u003cbr\u003etorture into aught of the sublime.  What was it--I paused to\u003cbr\u003ethink--what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of\u003cbr\u003ethe House of Usher?  It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I\u003cbr\u003egrapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I\u003cbr\u003epondered.  I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory\u003cbr\u003econclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations\u003cbr\u003eof very simple natural objects which have the power of thus\u003cbr\u003eaffecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among\u003cbr\u003econsiderations beyond our depth.  It was possible, I reflected,\u003cbr\u003ethat a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the\u003cbr\u003escene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to\u003cbr\u003emodify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful\u003cbr\u003eimpression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse\u003cbr\u003eto the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in\u003cbr\u003eunruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down--but with a\u003cbr\u003eshudder even more thrilling than before--upon the remodelled and\u003cbr\u003einverted images of the grey sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems,\u003cbr\u003eand the vacant and eye-like windows.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47179557699824,"sku":"2940015832631","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015832631","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}