Tell Tale Heart :: Essays Papers

Tell Tale HeartTrue--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am notwithstanding why will you guess that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them. higher up all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heavens and in the earth. I heard s nonagenarianieryy things in hell. How, then, am I mad? ...Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should draw seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded--with what caution--with what foresight--with what dissimulation I went to work I was neer kinder to the venerable man than during the whole week before I killed him. It is un trustable to say how the idea of murdering the old man first entered the mind of the fibber. in that respect was no real motive as stated by the narrator Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me....For his gold I had no desire. I think that it was his eye The na rrator states that one of the old mans eyes was a blanch blue color with a film over it, which resembled the eye of a vulture. Just the sight of that eye made the narrators blood run cold, and as a result, the eye (and with it the old man) must be destroyed. Every shadow at mid shadow, the narrator went to the old mans room. Carefully, he turned the latch to the door, and candid it without making a sound. When a sufficient opening had been made, a cover lantern was thrust inside. I undid the lantern cautiously...(for the hindges creaked)--I undid it just so much that a hotshot thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven extensive nights...but I found the eye always closed and so it was unachievable to do the work for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. The old man suspected nothing. During the day, the narrator continued to act his usual duties, and even dared to ask each morning how the old man had passed the night however, at midnight, th e nightly ritual continued. Upon the eighth night, the narrator proceeded to the old mans room as usual however, on this night, something was different. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my powers--of my sagacity.