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I feel like the writer is pretty clever, so I'm guessing that's intentional on some level.
humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was
even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my
companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was
indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With
these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as
when feeding and caressing them."
and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever
I went about the house... Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years,
during which my general temperament and character—
through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance—had
(I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the
worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more
regardless of the feelings of others."
regard to restrain me from maltreating him."
of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my
presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he
inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth."
beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from
the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the
damnable atrocity."
slept off the fumes of the night’s debauch—I experienced a
sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of
which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and
equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again
plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory
of the deed."
Ashley hurts Andrew unconsciously because when she felt left behind by the world she couldn't bear to think that the one by her side hated her, and that paranoia makes her such a ♥♥♥♥♥. Andrew is another whole story.
Now where's my poetry award?