So, what made you so mad about this man for you to go and kill him ?
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold i had no desire. I think it was his eye ! yes, it was this!
And what about his eye made you go completely insane ?
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
How exactly did you plan this all out ?
Hearken ! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
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!
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse.
It was still not necessary to kill the old man , especially if a madman like you did it, you are completely insane . His eye was not affecting you , you were just too insane to handle it.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing.