I Reunión Científica Internacional de la “Edgar Allan Poe Spanish Association”

1st International Academic Meeting of the “Edgar Allan Poe Spanish Association”

Albacete, 7 y 8 de octubre de 2016Facultad de Humanidades de Albacete. Salón de Grados y Aula 1.4

ORGANIZANMargarita Rigal Aragón [ margarita.rigal@uclm.es ]. Departamento de Filología Moderna Fernando González Moreno [ fernando.gonzalez@uclm.es ]. Departamento de Historia del ArteJosé Manuel Correoso Rodenas [ josemanuel.correoso@uclm.es ]. Departamento de Filología ModernaGRUPO DE INVESTIGACIÓN CONSOLIDADO UCLM “LyA”

HAR2015-64580-P “EDGAR A. POE ON-LINE. TEXTO E IMAGEN”

MENÚ AZABACHE

ENTRANTES

QUESO FRITO PASTEL DE BONITO AL AROMA DE ALBAHACA CROQUETAS DE COCIDO

2º A ELEGIR

SECRETO DE CERDO CON PISTO MANCHEGO SOBRE PURE DE ALUBIAS BLANCASBACALAO LLAUNA CON AJO TOSTADO LASAÑA DE CHIPIRONES ACEITE DE CEBOLLINO

POSTRES CASEROS VARIADOS AL CENTRO

BEBIDA DE BARRA NO INCLUIDAS

( 2 CONSUMICIONES POR PERSONA ) BEBIDAS INCLUIDAS POR PERSONA ( CAÑA , AGUA , REFRESCOS Y CAFÉ )

BODEGA : 1BOTELLA DE VINO PARA CADA CUATRO PERSONAS

TINTO ; PROTOCOLO( TEMPRANILLO )BLANCO ;ANTARES

MENÚ ; 25€ IVA INCLUIDO

THE symposium of the preceding evening had been a little too much for my nerves. I had a wretched headache, and was desperately drowsy. [...] it occurred to me that I could not do a wiser thing than just eat a mouthful of supper and go immediately to bed. A light supper of course. I am exceedingly fond of Welsh rarebit. More than a pound at once, however, may not at all times [[be]] advisable. Still, there can be no material objection to two. And really between two and three, there is merely a single unit of difference. I ventured, perhaps, upon four. My wife will have it five; — but, clearly, she has confounded two very distinct affairs. The abstract number, five, I am willing to admit; but, concretely, it has reference to bottles of Brown Stout, without which, in the way of condiment, Welsh rarebit is to be eschewed. Having thus concluded a frugal meal, and donned my night-cap with the serene hope of enjoying it until noon the next day, I placed my head upon the pillow, and through the aid of a capital conscience, fell into a profound slumber forthwith.

("Some Words with a Mummy", 1845)