Furtunato's point of view
It was a joyous time of year, carnival, everyone coming together enjoying ones company. Who knew something so horrible could happen on such a joyous occasion. During the big affair I ran into a old friend Montresor. To my surprise he actually acknowledged me, knowing we had a big falling out earlier that week. He said that he had a rare bottle of Amontillado under his manor that he would like to share with me. Of course, being the expert in wine that I am, I agreed. As we were walking under his manor and into the catacombs I had some trouble breathing, due to the nitre, but I was set on his acclaim of finding Amontillado.
As we got further into the catacombs my cough worsened. Montresor being the good friend he was kept on asking if I wanted to go back. But I was set on seeing this Amontillado myself that I was willing to die for it. Montressor suggested "since we have a way to go why don't we drink some wine." Being who I am I couldn't refuse such a offer and took the first swig. I found it peculiar that Montressor wasn't drinking so heavily as I was, but I started getting so drowsy all my thought became a blur.
When I woke up from my daze and into consciousness I found both my hands and feet chained to a wall. I could hear Montresor snickering around the corner doing something, almost sounded like scraping. At first I couldn't make since of what was going on I thought this must be a joke, but that's when I saw a wall being built brick by brick sealing me in this catacomb. I yelled 'For the love of god Montreesor!." All I heard back in reply was "yes, for the love of god!." As he put the last brick into place, sealing me into this death trap I thought to myself, my last thought, what if I hadn't said those insulting words to Montrsor.
As we got further into the catacombs my cough worsened. Montresor being the good friend he was kept on asking if I wanted to go back. But I was set on seeing this Amontillado myself that I was willing to die for it. Montressor suggested "since we have a way to go why don't we drink some wine." Being who I am I couldn't refuse such a offer and took the first swig. I found it peculiar that Montressor wasn't drinking so heavily as I was, but I started getting so drowsy all my thought became a blur.
When I woke up from my daze and into consciousness I found both my hands and feet chained to a wall. I could hear Montresor snickering around the corner doing something, almost sounded like scraping. At first I couldn't make since of what was going on I thought this must be a joke, but that's when I saw a wall being built brick by brick sealing me in this catacomb. I yelled 'For the love of god Montreesor!." All I heard back in reply was "yes, for the love of god!." As he put the last brick into place, sealing me into this death trap I thought to myself, my last thought, what if I hadn't said those insulting words to Montrsor.
Affect of the narrators point of view
As you can see changing the narrators point of view can change the whole story. In Montresor's point of view which was the original poem, he was the one that was wronged by his friend. But in Furtunatos point of view he was the one wronged by his friend. Edgar Allen poem wrote the cask of Amontillad in Montresor's point of view on purpose, showing his way of dealing with revenge. If he had written it in Furtunato's point of view it would've changed the whole message of the poem.'