The Black Cat
... fascinating in alcohol, the worse his temper was. In the end, he killed that black cat. When I read this, I was not very surprised as I thought it was a natural result. Have you ever had such an experience that obviously you know something was wrong but you just couldn¡¯t get rid of it, haven¡¯t you? I thought that was the situation which the hero faced. He referred several times that he knew drink did harm to his personality, even had bad influence to his daily life. He just couldn¡¯t abandon the despair of it. As he drunk much more often, he made more and more mistakes which he thought were great evil when he was clear-headed. When he was afflicted by the feeling of evil, the only thing he wanted to do was hitting the bottle in order to forget anything and release his soul. And that is what we always say, a vicious circle. In my opinion, he must have some problem about his mental health as he had drunk too much. He always accused himself for having killed the cat so that his pressure became too big. And I thought he was just beside the boundary of collapse. The affair happened next proved that what I thought was really true. He said he met another black cat which was very similar to the previous one. The only difference between them was that the previous one was all black but this one had some white hair on her chest. And the next day he was so scared that the figure of the white hair was a scaffold! I do not believe in superstitions. My opinion of this was that the great pressure made h...