I know not how it was

How many of you have ever felt thewweight pressing down on you? Every one? Well, Poe worte about these things over 100 years age. So as we read We can see that the house of Usher is not merely and old The crapped castle in the there to be repaired, It is also a state of being.《厄舍府的倒塌》收尾：

During the whole of a dull, dark soundless day. In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven. I had been passing alone on the horse’s back. Through the Singularly, dreary tract in the country and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on. Within the view of melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was. But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I looked upon the scene before me the simple landscape features of the domain. Upon the bleak walls, upon the white trunks of decayed tree. With the utter depression souls. There was an iciness. A sinking. A sickening of the heart.