A propósito deste desafio, o Ã?lvaro deixou-nos na caixa de comentários a sua sugestão: "O Fosso e o Pêndulo" de Edgar Allen Poe. Não conhecia o conto mas pelo que leio vem bem a propósito, no seguimento de Frei Genebro do Eça. E você? Não tem um conto predilecto? Diga coisas.
Eis um excerto do inÃcio e a ligação para o original em inglês de "The Pit and the Pendulun (1842)":
" I WAS sick –sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence –the dread sentence of death –was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of revolution –perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill wheel. This only for a brief period; for presently I heard no more. (…)"