It was about dusk,one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season,that I encountered my friend.He accosted me with excessive warmth,for he had been drinking much.The man wore motley.He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells.I was so pleased to see him,that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him-"My dear Fortunato,you are luckily met.How remarkably well you are looking today!But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado,and I have my doubts."