By Edgar Allan Poe
Los angeles vie d'Edgar Allan Poe n'est plus à raconter: ses derniers traducteurs français, s'inspirant des travaux définitifs de son nouvel éditeur J.H. Ingram, l'ont éloquemment vengé des calomnies trop facilement acceptées sur l. a. foi de son ami et exécuteur testamentaire, Rufus Griswold. En dépit de ses mensonges, Edgar Poe reste pour nous et restera pour l. a. postérité, de plus en plus admiratrice de son génie, ce que l'a si bien défini notre Baudelaire:
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Derniers Contes by Edgar Allan Poe