As an
unreliable narrator, the narrator of "" sets up his entire story to try to excuse his
actions, despite the ruse of trying to "unburden his soul" before his execution. The
sin of killing the first black cat, Pluto, is justified by the narrator's sad slide into
alcoholism. He claims that his:
"General temperament
and characterthrough the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance had (I
blush to confess it) experienced a radical alteration for the worse."
Here the narrator shirks responsibility. Alcoholism is a thing that
happened to him, a villain that attacked him, not a choice he made. When he cuts out Pluto's
eye, his "original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from [his] body." When he
actually kills the cat, he goes on a whole philosophical speech on the destructive nature of
mankind, saying,
"Perverseness is one of the
primitive impulses of the human heartone of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments,
which give direction to the character of Man."
Through all of this confession, the narrator has not fully taken responsibility for his
actions, but rather blamed alcohol, the supernatural, and human fallibility for the death of
Pluto.
When it comes to the murder and burial of his wife, the narrator says
little to justify it, which shouldn't be surprising as he started beating her before he started
beating Pluto when the alcoholic rage started. He merely talks about the fear and hatred of his
second cat boiling him into a frenzy, during which he attacked it with an ax. When his wife
tried to stop him, he couldn't help but kill her instead.
Clearly, the
story's narrator is either insane or completely unwilling to take responsibility for his
choices.
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