Montresor buried Fortunato alive.
Always follow your instincts and do what you feel is best in life.
The desire for revenge can make individuals perform extreme acts.
A person's ego can cause great misfortune in their life.
Italy in the 1800's
All of the above
His knowledge of Italy's history
His pride and ego of being a wine connoisseur
Third Person Limited
Third Person Omniscient
Making sure his servants are not at home.
Attaching a padlock and chains to the wall of the catacombs.
Obtaining a real cask of Amontillado.
Hiding the trowel beneath his cape.
Man versus Nature
Man versus Self
Man versus Society
Man versus Man
Being happy and agreeing to let him.
Being sincere and unsure.
Pretending to be happy that Fortunato wants to help him.
Pretending to not want to trouble Fortunato and letting Luchesi help him.
Is tired and needs to rest.
Begins to feel bad about what he is doing.
Wants to enjoy the sounds of suffering from Fortunato.
Edgar Allan Poe
Point of View
Patient and forgiving
Good-natured and sociable
Peaceful and sensible
Evil and unbalanced
Wrongdoers must be punished and the wrongs avenged.
Holding grudges is a waste of time.
One must not let injustice take over your decision making.
If the injustice is intentional, revenge is never justified.
He is wearing an unusual costume.
The thoughts of Fortunato's death make him smile.
He pays full price for a cask of amontillado.
He does not ask Luchesi to test the amontillado.
Enemies of the Montresor family.
Montresor's disobedient servants.
They both like expensive wine.
They have affection for each other.
They both have respect for Luchesi.
They both have a vengeful nature.
Edgar Allan Poe
Wears only snakskin boots as they crush their opponents.
Pride themselves on their ability to get revenge on those who hurt them.
Act on revenge only out of necessity.
Has royal blood and a lot of gold.
The wine sparkled in his eyes....
The cold is merely nothing
It was about dusk....
There was a long and obstinate silence.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend.
We passed through a range of low arches, decended, passed on, and decended again, arrived at a deep crypt....
"It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaure a trowel.
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave.