Tell Tale Heart

tell tale optic Tell tale heart 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 alto depicther was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heavens and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? ...Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. alone 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 altogether week before I killed him. It is impossible to say how the thought process of murdering the old man first entered the mind of the fibber. There was no real motive as stated by the narrator: Object there was none. Passion there was none. I love the old man. He had never wronged me....For his gold I had no desire. I think that it was his eye! The narrator ...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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