Observe how, with such sanity, I feel both energized and functional, with an underpinning of crazy.
Note: I could also easily imagine him telling this story on the lamb or in a courthouse
"The Disease has sharpened my Senses--Not dulled them"
Notice especially how "The Disease" makes you understand I did something taboo-and likely violent!
High Society Feel
Know that my description of the old man conjures the image of a defenseless but kind person, and instantly lose all feeling of safety as I talk about hating him because of his evil eye, not a wrong he has done. Also think back to the struggle not to hate people for appearances or memories they bring back-making you feel connected and all the more scared as the safety of the page melts away.
"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me....He had a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold."
Now I'm you've fully observed how I've spent so many nights stalking the old man without him noticing. Without this, I wouldn't seem half as threatening....
Unable to kill because I only harbor hatred against his shut, evil eye....
"It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha!"