Edgar Allan Poe

The Tell-Tale Heart

    ziggy73цитираминалата година
    have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?
    Demi Parkerцитирапреди 4 години
    Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in!
    b5715170792цитирапреди 3 часа
    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 them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. 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 ran 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 forever.

    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 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! 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 midnight –but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
    Soufiane Elberradцитирапреди 7 месеца
    have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?
    katyapanina56цитирапреди 8 месеца
    just as I have done

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    Madyson Rossцитирапреди 10 месеца
    It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
    Madyson Rossцитирапреди 10 месеца
    I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.
    Madyson Rossцитирапреди 10 месеца
    If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body.
    Madyson Rossцитирапреди 10 месеца
    I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart.
    Madyson Rossцитирапреди 10 месеца
    . Madmen know nothing.
    nadakhorchani12цитирапреди 10 месеца
    And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?
    nadakhorchani12цитирапреди 10 месеца
    would a madman have been so wise as this?
    nadakhorchani12цитирапреди 10 месеца
    TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
    Madyson Rossцитираминалата година
    All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim.
    Madyson Rossцитираминалата година
    Now this is the point. You fancy me mad
    Madyson Rossцитираминалата година
    Object there was none. Passion there was none.
    Madyson Rossцитираминалата година
    I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart.
    b9736903622цитираминалата година
    It is nothing but the wind in the chimney –it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp."
    nцитираминалата година
    And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?
    nцитираминалата година
    TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
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