Hi and welcome back to Nighty Night, Bedtime stories to keep you awake. I'm your host

Rabi Yat Chaudhry. This week we continue to dive into Edgar Allan Poe's short

stories, the ones that a lot of us are not really familiar with.

In today's episode, we are taught lessons about the consequences of obsession,

the power of memory and influence, and the dark side of intellectual pursuits.

Morella by Edgar Alan Poe

with a feeling of deep yet most singular affection, I regarded my friend Morella.

Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul from our first meeting burned with

fires it had never before known.

But the fires were not of arrows and bitter and tormenting to my spirit was a gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning or regulate their vague intensity.

Yet we met and fate bound us together at the altar and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love.

She however shunned society and attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy.

It is a happiness to wonder. It is a happiness to dream.

Morella's erudition was profound.

As I hoped to live, her talents were of no common order.

Her powers of mind were gigantic.

I felt this and in many matters became her pupil. I soon however found that perhaps on

account of her Pressburg education she placed before me a number of those mystical

writings which are usually considered the mere dross of the early German literature.

These, for what reason I could not imagine, were her favorite and constant study and that in

process of time they became my own should be attributed to the simple

but effectual influence of habit and example.

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