Amerikali sair ve yazar Edgar Allan Poe, Morgue Sokagi Cinayetleri (The Murders in the Rue Morgue) oykusunu 1 Nisan 1841'de Graham's Magazine'de yayimladi.
"Ilk karsilasmamiz Montmartre Sokagi'ndaki karanlik bir kitaplikta oldu. Ikimiz de ayni kitabi ariyorduk, ender bulunan, pek onemli bir kitapti. Bu olay bizi birbirimize yakinlastirmaya yetti. Tekrar tekrar bulustuk. Bir Fransiz'in kendisinden soz ederken takinacagi tam bir acik yureklilikle anlattigi aile oykusu, beni pek ilgilendirmisti. Okudugu kitaplarin cokluguna da sasip sasip kaliyordum, ama asil ruhumu bir ates gibi saran yaratici hayallerinin sicakligi, canliligi, tazeligiydi. Paris'te o zaman aramakta oldugum seyleri ararken, boyle bir adamin dostlugu, benim icin degeri olculmez bir hazineydi, bu dusuncemi acikca ona soyledim. Sonunda kentte kaldigim surece beraber oturmaya karar verdik, ben onun kadar darlik icinde olmadigimdan, bir ev tutup ruhlarimizin karanlik havasina uyacak bir bicimde dosemeyi uzerime aldigim ev, St Germain'in dis mahallelerinde issiz bir yerdeydi, zamanin asindirdigi cirkin, neredeyse yikilacak eski bir yapiydi, ne oldugunu sorup ogrenmedigimiz bazi bos insanlar yuzunden yillarca bos kalmisti."
"Our first meeting was at an obscure library in the Rue Montmartre, where the accident of our both being in search of the same very rare and very remarkable volume, brought us into closer communion. We saw each other again and again. I was deeply interested in the little family history which he detailed to me with all that candor which a Frenchman indulges whenever mere self is his theme. I was astonished, too, at the vast extent of his reading; and, above all, I felt my soul enkindled within me by the wild fervor, and the vivid freshness of his imagination. Seeking in Paris the objects I then sought, I felt that the societyof such a man would be to me a treasure beyond price; and this feeling I frankly confided to him. It was at length arranged that we should live together during my stay in the city; and as my worldly circumstances were somewhat less embarrassed than his own, I was permitted to be at the expense of renting, and furnishing in a style which suited the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eaten and grotesque mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not inquire, and tottering to its fall in a retired and desolate portion of the Faubourg St. Germain."
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