Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story...
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire.
So why did you commit the deed?
I still do not understand why you had to kill the old man!
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture…
I cannot believe you killed a man to get rid of his "vulture" eye?
I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded—with what caution
Wouldn't this make you even more mad, now that we know you planned this poor mans murder?
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, and then I thrust in my head.