I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
In "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," Edgar Allan Poe captures a profound sense of frustration associated with the limits of human understanding. The speaker reflects on approaching a moment of clarity or realization, only to be thwarted by an inability to fully grasp what is just out of reach. This feeling is similar to those occasions when we tease the edges of forgotten memories, yearning to recall something crucial, yet...