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�� All is gray shadow -- a weak and irregular remembrance -- an indistinct regathering of feeble pleasures and phantasmagoric pains.�� �� Our narrator in describing his childhood school. It never ceases to amaze me the lengths Poe goes to render something dark and sinister, something even as simple as a classroom. That aside, William Wilson has a counterpart �� another boy at school with the same name and same face who he is at first friends with. Then a slight animosity begins between them, almost as if our narrator is irritated that this boy came to HIS school, with HIS name. Eventually they began to play practical jokes on each other which turn disquieting quickly and eventually that animosity turns to curiosity and then to hatred and then to fear. It seems as every time our narrator turns around, there’s his doppelganger. The uncertainty of their relationship adds to the suspense and terror the narrator and reader feels in his stead. A creepy story that is well worth the read. Poe has done it again.