Edgar Allan PoE. Morella (№ 363419)

And so, when I read the forbidden page when Morella put his cold hand on mine, and removed from the ashes of a dead philosophy some quiet, strange words, the meaning of which is extraordinary as if fire burned in my memory, I felt that I light up the forbidden spirit. So hour after hour I sat beside her, enjoying the music of her voice until finally, his tune never received a hint of horror, and my soul was wadala shadow. I paled and shuddered inwardly at these unearthly sounds. And thus the joy is gradually shifting to horror, the most beautiful thing turned into a disgusting, and Gannon became Hell.