Narrative Analysis Of Montresor

How often have you sat in a pub waiting for the arrival of a friend? Waiting here for minutes, deep in thought, Fortunato wondered if it was a good idea meeting here to discuss business. Ordering a couple of drinks, one for Fortunato and presumptuously one for Montresor when suddenly Fortunato feels a tap on his shoulder, consequently, Fortunato spins around and realize its Montresor. “Well hello, I wondered if you were going to show”, says Fortunato.

Puzzled, Montresor exclaims, “How else would I be able to tell you what a fabulous winemaker I have become!” “Fortunato, winemaking is an art that you will see I have perfected!” Fortunato rolls his eyes, looks at Montresor and smirks as he orders another drink. Montresor
“I am not so sure I can trust you at this point, my friend. How can I be certain you are taking me where you claim to?” inquires Fortunato.

“We haven’t exactly been on the best of terms, although, my offer to critique your skills and financial abilities has been with the best of intentions. We have been driving for quite some time now and you have hardly said a word which is making me more than nervous I must admit. How much longer before we reach that marvelous destination of yours?” Fortunato asks with a nervous laughter.

With a sheepish grin and a smirk on his face, Montresor turns and calmly replies,” It is not much further now so no need to be nervous. Heading just a bit further down the road towards the vineyards on the left you will see and smell the luxurious grapes that surround my estate.”

With the windows down in the car and the smell of grapes in the air, the estate was sure to be close by.

“Ah, there it is. My home sweet home, where the sweetest grapes are grown and the tastiest wine in the territory is produced!” shouts
I’m certainly looking forward to viewing the winery and will admit I’m a bit nervous as well as excited to see your winemaking skills in action,” replies Fortunato.

Motioning for them to go downstairs to the winery Montresor extends his hand to show the way without saying a word. Fortunato cautiously walks down the stairs with Montresor close behind. Once reaching the bottom Fortunato suddenly stops.

“This is the great winery in which one can taste your tantalizing cougar juice?” asked Fortunato. “It is completely mind-boggling as it is not at all what I expected!” You have admitted to spending an abundance of mazuma on something not worth a plug nickel!” laughed Fortunato.

“This place is a grotesque, stick nasty mess. What a joke! There is no obvious reason for me to critique your books as I can see from the disarray around here why you are in a financial mess, as you haven’t a clue as to the first thing about making sweet and fragrant, let alone lip-smacking wine!”

Montresor hands Fortunato a glass of wine. Accepting the wine Fortunato takes a sip and sighs. “Not as terrible as you mentally conceived is it?” asks Montresor. “This place may not look as you had expected, however it does produce some sweet and savory