Here we have a period of normalcy seem to return. We know it took some time for the cat to recover, as it says he healed slowly, and after that things went back to usual. We have no indication that the narrator has acted out during this period of time. Perhaps he was still held in the grip of regret over the terrible thing which he had done to keep him away from the drink for a while.In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye presented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, fled in extreme terror at my approach.
One of the interesting things which I noticed within this story, is the fact that it seems feelings related to love and affection become distorted and perverted by the narrator, he starts out loving his animals and his wife, which turns to his starting to mistreat them, and then the cat, he is driven to cut out the cats eye by the its affection for him. And here, at first he feels sympathetic that the once beloved animal is now terrified of him. But soon that feeling of compassion is turned into irritation, which drives him once to his acts of violence.I had so much of my old heart left, as to be at first grieved by this evident dislike on the part of a creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave place to irritation.
This section of the story is something of a paraphrase of the ideas that he expresses in his story The Imp of the Perverse, which is an exploration of just what drives people to do the things they do, what are behind our impulses. The narrator here steps out of the story itself to give us this brief explanation. Perhaps it was done as a way to help build suspense instead of rushing ahead into what happens next. As he leaves us with this lineAnd then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart --one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself --to offer violence to its own nature --to do wrong for the wrong's sake only --that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute.
So we know that something even more horrible is about to happen.And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow
Because the narrator is telling this as a deathbed confession, perhaps it is a way in which he is trying to excuse himself for what he has done. Perhaps as he stated in the beginning of the story:
Perhaps he leaves us with this argument as a way to try and rationalize what he did, to make it sound more "normal" and reduce its truly horrificness, but make it appear as if it really is something common day.Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place --some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.
Now we have the terrible deed. And this is a most interesting moment in the story, for here the narrator seems to be stepping out of his normal behavior. As here with his hanging of the cat he does not seem to be doing it in a drunken fit of age as previously. But rather he seems to be fully aware of what he is doing it while he does it. In fact he is remorseful even as he acts. In fact his soul reason for doing this action seems to be because he knows it is such a terrible thing to do.One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; --hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; --hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offense; --hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin --a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it --if such a thing were possible --even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God
Here we have a rather mysterious fire suddenly start, though fires were rather common then with the use necessary use of candles there are many ways in which fires were easily started. But we are given no explanation for the roots or origin for this fire. It also takes the story in an unexpected direction.On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration.
He tells us that on the one hand he is not going to seek to establish any sort of connection between his actions and the sudden starting of the fire, yet on the other hand, we is about to provide us with just such a link between the two events.I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts --and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect.
He returns to the site of the ruins of his house. And discovers that all but one wall, which just happens to be the head of his bed has been found to be still standing. One of the things that I think is interesting about this passage, is that it seems to offer some foreshadow to what is about to come later in the story. With this detailed talk of the wall and his recent plastering work he did upon it.On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire --a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread.
We have the completely unexplained image of the cat imprinted upon the wall, and he has verified that this was not just a vision of his, by giving the scene other witnesses:I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvelous. There was a rope about the animal's neck.
At the beginning of the story we were already given the suggestion of the superstitions which revolve around black cats, and now we have these strange events which follow the murder of the beast.About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with every minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity.
After his shock and awe of what he has seen, he now begins to rationalize the instance and find some explanation for it to offer the reader that could explain what he had seen.When I first beheld this apparition --for I could scarcely regard it as less --my wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length reflection came to my aid. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of fire, this garden had been immediately filled by the crowd --by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber.
Now it does strike one as quite odd that a person would throw a hanged cat into a persons chamber window to try and wake them. Though in the panic of the fire, if there was nothing else at hand, it is possible it could have been done as a desperate act. So the explanation he gives is a plausible one, yet it is sketchy enough to make the reader question it.This had probably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly-spread plaster; the lime of which, had then with the flames, and the ammonia from the carcass, accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.