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  • The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
  • The story begins with a very explicit portrait about the main character (Montresor’s) thoughts over his hatred and revenge towards Fotunato, his “friend”.
  • “It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend”
  • The story positions us in an atmosphere where the air of Carnival is breathed, because of it Fortunate wears a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells and is very drunk when Fortunate meets him.
  • Montresor starts the conversation with his friend telling him that he has bought a cask of amontillado and this seems to, in great measure, surprise and excite his friend, who is previously positioned as a good wine taster.
  • “I must not only punish but punish with impunity.”
  • He wants to exact this revenge, however, in a measured way, without placing himself at risk. He decides to use Fortunato's fondness for wine against him.
  • It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
  • Knowing that no one will be there, all coldly calculated by Montresor, this calmly, busy with torches, leads his friend through the deep catacombs
  • “His eyes flashed with a fierce light. / ''at length I would be avenged''; he is determined to. not only punish, but punish with impunity.
  • Seeing his state of health, Montresor increasingly manipulates his friend: Come we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it doesn't matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I can not be responsible. Going down more and more, giving more liquor to his friend, Montresor sarcastically mocks what promptly awaits his friend and toast calmly: ... to your long life.
  • “For the love of God, Montresor!”
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