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A review by b0okcupidity
William Wilson by Edgar Allan Poe
3.0
Poe, in all his brilliance, gives me a headache every time.
The vortex of thoughtless folly into which I there so immediately and so recklessly plunged, washed away all but the froth of my past hours, engulfed at once every solid or serious impression, and left to memory only the veriest levities of a former existence.
If I hadn't been spoiled on the ending, I probably would have enjoyed this more.
The vortex of thoughtless folly into which I there so immediately and so recklessly plunged, washed away all but the froth of my past hours, engulfed at once every solid or serious impression, and left to memory only the veriest levities of a former existence.
If I hadn't been spoiled on the ending, I probably would have enjoyed this more.