Tell Tale Heart

Imagine the sight of an old man's eye, pale blue, with a film covering it. Could this drive one's self so insane that one would murder a man because of it? This is the event that occurs in Edgar Allen Poe's vivid tale "The Tell-Tale Heart", from the book Designs For Reading: Short Stories.

Every night at precisely midnight, the narrator, who remains nameless and sexless, but for the sake of this essay I will refer to as he, ventured into the old man's room without making a sound, to observe the very eye at which the sight of made his blood run cold. The old man did not suspect a thing. During the day the narrator continued to go about his daily routine, and even went so far as to ask the old man every morning if he slept well the night before. Upon the eighth midnight of this nightly ritual, the narrator proceeded to the old man's room as usual; however, this night was different. As he slipped cat-like into the room, the old man sat up suddenly in his bed, crying out "Who's there?" The narrator stood there silently for over an hour, as did the old man who did not lie back down. Finally he opened the lantern ever so slightly, letting in only a single dim ray, only to see that the eye was wide open. "It was wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctnessвЂ" all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones."(p. 153). Then suddenly he heard "a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton."(p 154). This prompted the narrator to leap into the room, drag the old man off the bed, and pulled the heavy bed over him. After carefully checking to make sure that the man was dead, he proceeded to chop up the body, and discretely bury the pieces under the planks of the floor. Not long after, the police came because of a shriek reported by a neighbor. The narrator invited the officers in and sat them right on the spot where he'd disposed of the corpse. Everything was fine, he was calm and at ease, as the officers chatted away. He soon wished them to be gone, for as the "low, dull, quick soundвЂ" much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton,"(p. 155) became louder and louder, until he could bare it no longer, and he finally shrieked, "Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks!-- here, here! -- It is the beating of his hideous heart."(p. 156).

"The Tell-Tale Heart" is a short and to the point story, with every word contributing to the central issue, which combines the narrator's previous terror's, the old man's current terrors, and the terrors for the narrator yet to come. The setting and characters are not the main focus of the story. The setting is basically irrelevant; all that is known is that it is the home of an elderly man in which the narrator is his caretaker, and most of the action occurs each night around midnight. Poe has chosen to be very elusive with these characters. They remain nameless throughout the story, being given only the titles of "the narrator" and "the old man". We're not even sure whether the narrator is male or female. The author uses "I" and "me" in reference to the character, and being male, we assume that the subject is male. Since the story is written in first person point of view, the protagonist is indirectly characterized. One must infer what he is like by what he says and does, although in this example the two are contradicting. The narrator insists that he is not insane. "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 proceededвЂ" with what caution, with what foresight, with what dissimulation I went to work!"(p. 151). Yet it is obvious by his actionsвЂ" the fact that he murdered an innocent old man because of his "evil eye"-- that he is neurotic and mentally imbalanced. The narrator's motivation for killing the man is notably obscure. "It is impossible to say how the first idea entered my brain... Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the man. He had never wronged

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