The Tell-Tale Heart (1843)

The Tell-Tale Heart (1843)

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Edgar Allan Poe By EdgarAllanPoe Updated Jan 13, 2014

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 s...

You know what,, the way he sculpted every line is beyond our imagination
He's totally undoubtedly sane, I don't know how anyone could think otherwise.
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am i the only one who is in love with that fact that his writing is exactly his thoughts ? it shows the actual insanity in the character's mind.
that's  the best story I've ever read my whole life.....  👍👍
So you don't want the neighbors to hear the heartbeat but you let out a loud yell?