Read the excerpt from Poe’s "The Fall of the House of Usher." Its evidence -- the evidence of the sentience -- was to be seen, he said, (and here I started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him -- what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none. Based on this excerpt, the narrator seems