That The Play Is The Tragedy, “man,”

...the Agony Of My Soul Found Vent In One Loud, Long And Final Scream Of Despair.

...for Her Whom In Life Thou Dids't Abhor, In Death Thou Shalt Adore

I Have No Words Alas! To Tell The Loveliness Of Loving Well

In Spite Of The Air Of Fablethe Public Were Still Not At All Disposed To Receive It As Fable. I Thence Concluded That The Facts Of My Narrative Would Prove Of Such A Nature As To Carry With Them Sufficient Evidence Of Their Own Authenticity.

And My Soul From Out That Shadow That Lies Floating On The Floor, Shall Be Lifted -- Nevermore!