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October 12, 2007
Château d'If
| "Look round you then." Dantes rose and looked forward, when he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d'If. This gloomy fortress, which has for more than three hundred years furnished food for so many wild legends, seemed to Dantes like a scaffold to a malefactor.
"The Chateau d'If?" cried he, "what are we going there for?" |   |
The Count of Monte Cristo is a novel by Alexander Dumas. Along with The Three Muskateers, it is his most popular work. More than a dozen Count of Monte Cristo films have been made, tesimony to its extraordinary narrative power.
The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room almost under ground, whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears...
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Dantes had exhausted all human resources, and he then turned to God. All the spirituality that had been so long forgotten, returned; he recollected the prayers his mother had taught him, and discovered a new meaning in every word...He prayed, and prayed aloud, no longer terrified at the sound of his own voice, for he fell into a sort of ecstasy. He laid every action of his life before the Almighty, proposed tasks to accomplish, and at the end of every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to man than to God: "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us."
For a long time I have wanted to visit Château d'If. Two years ago I was in Marseille and went down to the Vieux Port to catch a boat there, but the sea was too rough and the boat wasn't going. Last week, I finally got my wish. Charlie and I went there on Thursday and we explored the castle. What a disturbing and fascinating place - rich food for the imagination.
Suddenly, about nine o'clock in the evening, Edmond heard a hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying. So many loathsome animals inhabited the prison, that their noise did not, in general, awake him; but whether abstinence had quickened his faculties, or whether the noise was really louder than usual, Edmond raised his head and listened. It was a continual scratching, as if made by a huge claw, a powerful tooth, or some iron instrument attacking the stones. Although weakened, the young man's brain instantly responded to the idea that haunts all prisoners - liberty!
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Posted by sahelsteve at October 12, 2007 10:42 AM