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, so that no light shone out
above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. how, then, am i mad?
Object there was none. passion there was none. I loved the old man. he had never wronged me. he had never given me insult. for his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes it was this!
one of his eyes resembled that of a vultur
and so by degrees-very gradually-I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and rid myself of the eye forever
the old man locked his shutters in case of intruder, but the intruder was allen poe-his 'butler'