3x-xx-xx ep024 Poes Raven Actually a White Owl

The makers of X-Laks present strange as it seems. Strange drama from the far places of the world, or from just around the corner. Strange facts about the names from the headlines or the people next door.

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the pendulum, the black cat, the bells, the raven. All these are weird, impossible stories and poems from the magic pen of Edgar Allan Poe. Yet the true and almost incredible story of the writing of the raven is one of the most absorbing of all literary tales.

Poe had two supreme passions in his life, poetry and his love for his invalid wife, Virginia. In 1844, he lived outside New York what is now 84th Street and Broadway. In order to keep body and soul together, he finally took a job working on the evening mirror, a popular newspaper of the time.

Nathaniel Willis, editor of the evening mirror, has asked Poe to come. Thank you, Mr. Willis. How is your wife? Much better. She has caught very little the past week. Her mother and I are beginning to hope a little.