Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
An Interactive Gothic
by Nate Cull, 2000. Type ABOUT for instructions.
Release 10 / Serial number 000928 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10
Study (on the velvet couch)
Stone walls, wreathed in shadows and velvet curtains, rise into the gloom
overhead. The old oak writing desk -- once your father's, now your own -- is
wedged beneath the window lattice, with a velvet couch before it. A low fire
smoulders in its ancient hearth. To the southeast, a bust of Pallas sits atop
an arch with darkness beyond.