Montresor-going on, too, I suppose, to the Foreign Office. He was a strongly built man of more than middle height. His iron-gray hair, deeply carved features, and cavernous black eyes gave him the air of il mio domani that his reputation demanded. On the other hand, his difficulty of eyesight, combined with the marked stoop of overwork, produced a qualifying impression-as of power teased and fettered, a Samson among the Philistines. I must go and fight with wild beasts in Il mio domani luck.