Literary notes about Assassin (AI summary)
Throughout literary history, “assassin” has been employed as a richly evocative term, simultaneously conjuring images of shadowy, deadly figures and symbolizing broader themes of betrayal, injustice, and moral ambiguity. In Gothic narratives such as those by Edgar Allan Poe ([1], [2]) and in the dense, atmospheric prose of Victor Hugo ([3], [4], [5], [6], [7]), the assassin emerges as a mysterious, often elusive agent of death whose very presence intensifies a sense of impending doom. Meanwhile, in the works of Alexandre Dumas, the term takes on a multifaceted role—ranging from a literal criminal figure in political intrigues ([8], [9], [10], [11], [12], [13], [14]) to a more nuanced character whose identity and intent blur moral boundaries ([15], [16], [17], [18], [19], [20], [21], [22]). Mark Twain and Charles Mackay, on the other hand, use the word with a dash of irony and social commentary, highlighting both its literal and metaphorical implications ([23], [24], [25], [26], [27]). Even in works like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein ([28], [29], [30]) and Dante’s Inferno ([31]), “assassin” resonates as a symbol of the darker facets of human nature and fate. Through these diverse narratives, the literature not only chronicles the deeds of assassins but also employs the term to reflect the complexities of power, guilt, and redemption.
- The assassin had escaped through the window which looked upon the bed.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition by Edgar Allan Poe - The assassin had escaped through the window which looked upon the bed.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 1 by Edgar Allan Poe - Behind the assassin who holds the poniard comes the trembling wretch who holds the sponge.
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - In the morning an assassin, in the evening a thief.
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - The size of the crime does not change the stature of the criminal, and the pettiness of the assassin withstands the immensity of the assassination.
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - You are before his house; he is there bleeding on his bed, and here is a man who dares in this place to applaud his assassin!
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - It submits to assassination, but not to the leering gaze of the assassin.
— from The History of a Crime by Victor Hugo - Is this young man an assassin by profession--a murderer in cold blood?
— from Twenty years after by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “Then I saw that they took me for the assassin.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - I have filled those papers, and have made out the accusation against the assassin Benedetto.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - The sword of the Guardsman slipped along the barrel of the now-useless weapon, and passed through the thigh of the assassin, who fell.
— from The three musketeers by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “Come, come,” continued the count, “I see you are still the same,—an assassin.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “The one M. de Villefort is preparing against my amiable assassin—some brigand escaped from the gallows apparently.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - He promised well, as you see—first a runaway, then an assassin.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “Ah, you virtuous men!” said Milady; “please to remember that he who shall touch a hair of my head is himself an assassin.”
— from The three musketeers by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - Yes, yes,” murmured he, “I have often felt regret for the victim, but never the very slightest remorse for the assassin.”
— from Twenty years after by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - He then concluded it must be an assassin.
— from The three musketeers by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - This time I will know the assassin, and will pursue him.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - Then, turning to Noirtier,—“Do you hope the assassin will be tried?” “No.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “And who is the assassin;” they asked together.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “But who, then, is this assassin, this murderer?” “Let me also ask you a question.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - “First I was a forger,” answered Andrea, as calmly as possible; “then I became a thief, and lately have become an assassin.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet - The queen was bound to hang him for killing her kinsman, but I would not allow it: it was no crime to kill an assassin.
— from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain - It was time enough to punish the assassin afterwards.”
— from Memoirs of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay - You satisfy an assassin's conscience in one way, a philanthropist's in another, a miser's in another, a burglar's in still another.
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain - Last Saturday night the life of the President of the French Republic was taken by an Italian assassin.
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain - It was a swift celebrity the assassin achieved.
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain - I am the assassin of those most innocent victims; they died by my machinations.
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - I am the assassin of those most innocent victims; they died by my machinations.
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - I am the assassin of those most innocent victims; they died by my machinations.
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - " I stood even as the friar who is confessing The false assassin, who, when he is fixed, Recalls him, so that death may be delayed.
— from Divine Comedy, Longfellow's Translation, Hell by Dante Alighieri