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unit one
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THE TELL-TALE HEART by
Edgar Allan Poe
Selections:
TRUE!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why
will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses-not destroyed-not
dulled thém. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all
things in the heaven and in the ea rth. I heard many things in hell. How,
then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily-how calmly I can tell
you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. 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! He had the eye of a vulture-a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ràn 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 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-with what foresight-with what dissimulation I went to work! I was
never kinder to the old man than dur ing 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! 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. Oh, you would have laughed to
see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly-very, very slowly,
so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to
place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he
lay upon his bed. Ha!-would a madman have been so wise as this? And then,
when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so
cautiously-cautiously (for the hinges creaked)-I undid it just so much
that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven
long nights-every night just at mid-night.
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