TRUE! --- nervous --- very, very dreadfully nervous i had been and am: but why will you say that i am mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily--How calmly i can tell you the whole story.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think It was is eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture.. 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 myself of the eye forever.
Never before that night had i felt the extent of my own powers-- of sagacity.
I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph.
I knew he had been lying awake ever since he first slight noise..Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions.
It is nothing but the wind in the chimney-- it is only a mouse crossing the floor.
Ricardo Channan Period 7 May 10, 2018 Ms. Porter
The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, i threw open the lantern and leaped into the room.
The narrator claims he is sane, opposing that he is "mad" and that he can calmly tell the story. He harbors hatred for the old man, based off of his fear of the man's eye. Calling it a "Vultures" eye.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when i describe the wise precautions i took for the concealment of the body.
The Narrator feels empowered. He feels he is closer to his goal, Of killing the old man. While the old man makes excuses for sounds, and the suspicion that he has for the occurrence every night.
The narrator is successful in his goal. His fears will no longer haunt him. He is not burdened of the vulture eye and it is forever ridden from his life.
In an instant i dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.. the deed so far done.
The narrator explains how he cleverly and ingeniously hides and covers up all traces of evidence. Making sure not to spill a drop of blood anywhere. He is confident enough to think he will be caught.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when i describe the wise precautions i took for the concealment of the body. First of all i dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings, I then replaced the boards so cleverly,so cunningly
The narrator admits to his misdeeds. guilt consuming him and the haunting of the old man's beating heart triggers the mental breakdown of the narrator. Calling the officers villains , in actuality it is himself.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks! here, here !--It is the beating of his hideous heart!"