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I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire.
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, and then I thrust in my head.
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!
I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work
The narrator is expressing his hatred towards the old mans vulture eye therefor he chose to end his life .
I WANT TO KILL YOU
The narrator explain how stealthily he approached the sleeping old man every night for a week.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph.
To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea
perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back, but no.
the narrator was unable to kill the old man because while the old man is sleeping the vulture eye was closed.
Who is There
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out
Even after watching the old man sleep at morning the narrator would talk to him casually.
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
On the 8th night the narrator once again tries to enter the room to try and kill him but it seems he the old man heard him but the narrator did not stop.
The the narrator entered the room he maid a littlie sound witch alerted the old man and putting him in the state of fear but the narrator stood still and did not retreat.
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