The Tell- Tale Heart

The Tell- Tale Heart

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  • TRUE -- NERVOUS--VERY, very dreadfully nervous i had been and am but why will you say that i am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed-- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am i mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily-- how calmly i can tell you the whole story.
  • It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. i loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had the eye of a vulture-- a pale blue eye, with a film over it . Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees-- very gradually-- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid of myself out of the eye forever 
  • Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen wisely i proceeded--with what caution--with what foresight-- with what dissimulation i went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before i killed him. And every night , about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently ! And then ,when i had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out , and then I thrust in my head
  • Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust in! I moved slowly-- very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far i could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this and then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously--oh, so cautiously--cautiously--{for the hinges creaked}-- I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.  And this i did for seven long nights--every night just at midnight--but i found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he passed the night. So you seehe would 
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