Yay! John Astin.

Storming, yet nicely conversational, rendition of The Raven by the Great Gomez himself. He somehow doesn’t meet the emotional demands of the “Lenore” bits, but he has a rare quality of seeming actually frightened rather than seeming like he wants to frighten us — which makes the story all the more effective. Plus he’s the best match, visually, for late-period Poe (the final, disheveled, portrait) I’ve ever seen.

“He was a poor drunk devil and had no defenses against the world. So he fled into drunkenness. Imagination only served him as a crutch… Imagination has fewer pitfalls than reality.” ~ Franz Kafka on Poe.