| Quote #4
[…] the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed. (8)
Well, we know the reason the man's soul wasn't touched by guilt over the cutting out Pluto's eye. Because his soul is worse than a fiend, and drunk on gin. And now wine. Things don't look good.
| Quote #5
One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree -- hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart. (9)
We bring this up here because it seems to be a moment when the man isn't drunk. He doesn't blame the murder of Pluto on the alcohol. Do you think this makes it more or less scary?
| Quote #6
One night as I sat, half-stupefied […] my attention was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the immense hogsheads of gin, or of rum […]. (14)
Enter cat number two. Or reenter Pluto. You could make an argument for either interpretation of the second cat. "Stupefied" means drunk. Hogsheads are big barrels for holding alcohol. This is the last we hear of drinking in the story.