Then the black bird began to deceive my sadness by making me smile because he worse such a serious face, it is really a smile of almost fear. I said to him, "Shocking, serious, and old raven wandering around the shore (or his house). Tell me what is Pluto (the god of the underworld in Roman mythology) doing on the shore tonight?" and the raven says to him, "Nevermore".
It is strange because the man already knows that the bird only know this one answer, this one word. "Some unhappy master" told him this was all the bird could say but he's looking to understand why his wife is dead and gone and where she might be in the afterlife.
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