... I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
I know now how it was—but....
I stopped typing again, and I looked curiously at the sheet of paper. I took a bite of the salami sandwich, washed it down with a gulp of milk, and then stared at what I'd written, leaning back with my hands off the keys.
"Well, I'll be damned," I said aloud. "Poe!"
The keys suddenly started clacking of their own accord, and my mouth fell open in surprise. I stared at the sheet of paper as the carriage moved frantically, watching the black letters appear against its whiteness.
OF COURSE, POE! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT: HEMINGWAY?
I blinked my eyes twice.
"I beg your pardon," I said.
The keys clacked, and the carriage moved, and I watched more words appear on the paper.