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    The Man of the Crowd

    By Edgar Allan Poe

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    "The Man of the Crowd" is a short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe about a nameless narrator following a man through a crowded London. It was first published in 1840.
    The story is introduced with the epigraph "Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul" — a quote taken from The Characters of Man by Jean de La Bruyère. It translates to This great misfortune, of not being able to be alone. This same quote is used in Poe's earliest tale, "Metzengerstein".
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFlip
    Release dateAug 22, 2018
    ISBN9782291047988
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    Edgar Allan Poe

    Born on January 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe has become synonymous with writing described as mysterious and macabre. Also credited with originating the detective-fiction genre, Poe is considered part of the American Romantic Movement. A very celebrated poet, short story writer, and Gothic novelist, Poe died in 1849.

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