Vilrajas Inspired by the Moskstraumen, it is couched as a story within a story, a tale told at the summit of a mountain climb in Lofoten, Norway. A veces, es bueno adentrarte en tus miedos y enfrentarte a ellos. Refresh and try again. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. The story is lengthy and details the horror the narrator feels watching his life swirl away. Har du glemt brukernavn eller passord?
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Shelves: gutenberg When I am reading and a book title is mentioned, I like to check and see if it is a real book. I became curious so here we are. I had not read Poe since school days and had never When I am reading and a book title is mentioned, I like to check and see if it is a real book.
I had not read Poe since school days and had never read this particular story. Maybe I have fixed memories of Poe, but this story did not seem like any of the ones I had to read in school. Two nameless men are up on a high mountain in Norway, looking out over the precipice at the sea far below. There are a few islands scattered around, and then the reason for the climb up the mountain begins to appear. Between two islands a giant whirlpool regularly forms. It is a mile wide during the full force of its power, and from our vantage point we can see down into the whirling depths of the thing.
Excuse me while I back away from the edge, I am feeling a bit dizzy. Now the story within the story begins. It is told by the white-haired man, and relates his experience with the whirlpool. Obviously he survived, since he is the one telling the tale, but how did he manage to live through what was a terrible experience? Well, observation is the key to everything in life, and there is no better example of it than in this story.
I cannot say more. I suppose if I had read this one years ago I would have reacted differently, but I simply could not get too carried away here.
We already know the man survived; and there is a lot of scientific explaining going on when you would expect more sheer terror. The story feels more like a newspaper article rather than a gripping mysterious thriller. But I do still feel a bit dizzy.
Un descenso al Maelström
De hecho, consideraba que el final era imperfecto. Joseph Glanvill. Usted ha de creerme muy viejo, pero no lo soy. La que se halla a mitad de camino es Moskoe. A cada instante su rapidez y su desatada impetuosidad iban en aumento. Pero los intervalos de tranquilidad se producen solamente en los momentos del cambio de la marea y con buen tiempo; apenas duran un cuarto de hora antes de que recomience gradualmente su violencia. Esto muestra claramente que el fondo consiste en rocas aguzadas contra las cuales son arrastrados y frotados los troncos.
Un Descenso por el Maelström
A Descent into the Maelstrom
UN DESCENSO AL MAELSTRÖM