The poverty of the arts in America was a direct result of the national preoccupation with money. He was rather harsh on minor authors. Longfellow hated him. The first modern literary theoretician used a lot of psychology (psychological system logical), in direct contrast with romanticism. The work of art should be evaluated from the point of view of the author's intention, what the author intended. He stood somehow aloof somehow on the side. He was ahead of his time. He mentally anguished landscapes, far from nature or society. He seemed to European his contemporaries could not understand his ideas. The first group of writers who started to appreciate his writing was the French symbolists, especially Baudelaire. They proclaimed Poe their predecessor. Major influence on later writers he can be called the first detective stories writer. Moreover Poe was interested in scientific discoveries (motifs, inventions)
I --" I hesitated, dropping my eyes. "What?" His velvety voice was compelling. "I didn't like it. Not seeing you. It makes me anxious, too." I blushed to be saying this out loud. He was quiet. I glanced up, apprehensive, and saw that his expression was pained. "Ah," he groaned quietly. "This is wrong." I couldn't understand his response. "What did I say?" "Don't you see, Bella? It's one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for you to be so involved." He turned his anguished eyes to the road, his words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. "I don't want to hear that you feel that way." His voice was low but urgent. His words cut me. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella -- please, grasp that." "No." I tried very hard not to look like a sulky child. "I'm serious," he growled. "So am I. I told you, it doesn't matter what you are. It's too late." His voice whipped out, low and harsh. "Never say that."
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