Book: The fall of the house of usher

It was a stormy but strangely beautiful night, its harsh and formidable beauty stunned me. A hurricane must have been born and gathering strength somewhere in the neighborhood, for the direction of the wind changed sharply every now and then; unusually dense, heavy clouds hung very low, touching the towers of the castle, and it was clear that they were rushing from all sides with terrible speed, colliding, - and not being carried away.

The whole appearance of the ancestral castle, and even the wood and stone from which it was built, for many years gained a mysterious power over the soul of the owner.

I read aloud to you - and so together we will pass this terrible night.

Did you have so that you spent the day smiling at people, talking as if everything is normal and fine, and all the time you felt as if you are inside lead of the severity of unhappiness?