Personal Narrative: The Flask Of Amaretto
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Period 8
Mr. Baker
AP Eng. Lit.
Sep 30, 2014
The Flask of Amaretto
As the heat rose from our bodies and the sweat glistened, our swords clashed creating luminous sparks. The vigorous intimacy had left us quite weary and I led him into the parlor room. I placed myself upon the burgundy velvet couch and took a fresh Italian cigar from my cabinet while he sat on the chair across the dimly lighted room. He stared at me with a heavily lidded lustful gaze as he took a sip of his glass of Amontillado. I progressed towards his awaiting face, placed my cigar onto his lips, and lit it for him. He felt the burning smoke from my cigar slither within his mouth and move down his throat. The lack of communication between us drove me to gaze towards the paintings on the wall. The sensual stare of the Venus of Urbino held my …show more content…
She was my queen, and I was her king, and we had loved with a love that was the envy of all the seraphim of Aidenn, a love that was abstruse.
Unfortunately, I didn’t possess the financial level that Fortunato had the privilege to sustain. Fortunato was part of the wealthiest banking family in Italy, and I, well, I was part of the strongest mercenary contracting family. As much as the Montresor family protected manors and provinces from regional princes throughout the Italian countryside, the Fortunato family was far more distinguished than the Montresors due to their financial assistance. I felt queasy that such a wealthy and blessed family held the low standards of committing fraud wherever their petty foot stepped. For this reason, my Mary was sold to that accursed trollop Fortunato.
Although no one could rightfully and obviously accuse the Fortunato Family of such treachery, it was common knowledge across manors and villages that the Fortunatos paid and received monetary favors to secure funds for princes and their regional warring, as well as bishops and their divine propaganda; all for security and communion. I personally was …show more content…
After a few minutes of vicious brawling, the winery was returned to a placid state by my mercenaries present there. Fortunately, I survived the bloody turmoil in the winery. No one dared to accuse me, Montresor, of my felony, for they knew they would be lunged by my mercenaries into a bog. Of course, Fortunato had to bribe a few dandies and princeps, but then again, that was his specialty. I was to see Fortunato tonight at the Mason’s festivity at Princep De Borgia’s manor, or shall I say former manor. For an abstruse reason, I was bloodlustful as I began to ruminate a possible course of events at the festivity. Then again, no one would know what fencing went between Fortunato and I, for I killed Princep De Borgia, and was proud of such an act as my honor was preserved. De Borgia never took my crest seriously, but oh what delight!
What classical irony! What classical ignorance!
Nemo me impune lacessit
!
Nemo… me… impune…
Period 8
Mr. Baker
AP Eng. Lit.
Sep 30, 2014
The Flask of Amaretto
As the heat rose from our bodies and the sweat glistened, our swords clashed creating luminous sparks. The vigorous intimacy had left us quite weary and I led him into the parlor room. I placed myself upon the burgundy velvet couch and took a fresh Italian cigar from my cabinet while he sat on the chair across the dimly lighted room. He stared at me with a heavily lidded lustful gaze as he took a sip of his glass of Amontillado. I progressed towards his awaiting face, placed my cigar onto his lips, and lit it for him. He felt the burning smoke from my cigar slither within his mouth and move down his throat. The lack of communication between us drove me to gaze towards the paintings on the wall. The sensual stare of the Venus of Urbino held my …show more content…
She was my queen, and I was her king, and we had loved with a love that was the envy of all the seraphim of Aidenn, a love that was abstruse.
Unfortunately, I didn’t possess the financial level that Fortunato had the privilege to sustain. Fortunato was part of the wealthiest banking family in Italy, and I, well, I was part of the strongest mercenary contracting family. As much as the Montresor family protected manors and provinces from regional princes throughout the Italian countryside, the Fortunato family was far more distinguished than the Montresors due to their financial assistance. I felt queasy that such a wealthy and blessed family held the low standards of committing fraud wherever their petty foot stepped. For this reason, my Mary was sold to that accursed trollop Fortunato.
Although no one could rightfully and obviously accuse the Fortunato Family of such treachery, it was common knowledge across manors and villages that the Fortunatos paid and received monetary favors to secure funds for princes and their regional warring, as well as bishops and their divine propaganda; all for security and communion. I personally was …show more content…
After a few minutes of vicious brawling, the winery was returned to a placid state by my mercenaries present there. Fortunately, I survived the bloody turmoil in the winery. No one dared to accuse me, Montresor, of my felony, for they knew they would be lunged by my mercenaries into a bog. Of course, Fortunato had to bribe a few dandies and princeps, but then again, that was his specialty. I was to see Fortunato tonight at the Mason’s festivity at Princep De Borgia’s manor, or shall I say former manor. For an abstruse reason, I was bloodlustful as I began to ruminate a possible course of events at the festivity. Then again, no one would know what fencing went between Fortunato and I, for I killed Princep De Borgia, and was proud of such an act as my honor was preserved. De Borgia never took my crest seriously, but oh what delight!
What classical irony! What classical ignorance!
Nemo me impune lacessit
!
Nemo… me… impune…