"Hm," I said aloud, "isn't that funny?"
I shrugged, ripped the paper out of the machine, inserted another
sheet, and started again.
... _I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly
dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of
the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher._
_I know now how it was--but_....
* * * * *
I stopped typing again, and I looked curiously at the sheet of paper. I
took a bite of the salami sandwich, washed it down with a gulp of milk,
and then stared at what I'd written, leaning back with my hands off the
keys.
"Well, I'll be damned," I said aloud. "Poe!"
The keys suddenly started clacking of their own accord, and my mouth
fell open in surprise. I stared at the sheet of paper as the carriage
moved frantically, watching the black letters appear against its
whiteness.
_OF COURSE, POE! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT: HEMINGWAY?_