I loved the old man, he had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire.
You fancy me mad. Mad men know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded-with what caution-with what foresight-with what dissimulation I went to work!
So you allowed an eye to get the best of your sanity?
THAT STATEMENT DOES APPEAR TO MAKE A LOT OF SENSE THOUGH, IT REALLY EXPLAINS WHY HE TOOK SO LONG TO FOR HIM TO KILL THE MAN, BECAUSE OF GUILT. THE SAME THING THAT CAUSED HIM TO CONFESS TO THE POLICE.
I think it was his eye. Yes, It was this!...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 eye of the old man, thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
YOU HAVE MAE SOME EXTREMELY TRUE AND FAIR POINTS, YOUNG LADY. SO WITH THAT BEING SAID, SIR, YOU WILL BE CONSIDERED INSANE.
YES, I SEE THE EYE-RONY OF WHAT YOU ARE SAYING HERE.
Do you see how much this man personifies this eye? It is understandable that one might feel uncomfortable under it's presence, but he goes about it as if the eye of the old man is a being itself. He must be insane.
You seem to be very proud of what you have done. it doesn't even seem to bother him that he killed this poor old man.
Yes, but if you would be so kind as to tell me the last thing you stated to the police while confessing your murder.
...it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.
"...it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
So how could he have heard the heart if the old man was dead? I do believe only a mad man would have such hallucinations.