In the canon
Ligeia
- Form
- Form Short Story
- Year
- Year 1838
- Pages
- Pages 20
He cannot remember where he first met her, or when, and he never learned her family name. What he remembers is her eyes, enormous and blacker than any black, and a learning so vast that he followed it with a child's trust into regions no one else had shown him.
I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia.
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