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THE TELL-TALE HEART
by Edgar Allan Poe
1843
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, 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 🤬 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.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"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." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.

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. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

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Theory hands on: What is

nonfiction?

Non fiction (n.) is the branch of literature comprising works of narrative prose dealing with or offering opinions or conjectures upon facts and reality,  including biography,  history, and the essay

(opposed to fiction and distinguished from poetry and drama) works of this class. (especially in cataloging books, as in a library or bookstore) all writing

or books not of fiction, poetry, or drama,

including nonfictive narrative prose and reference works;

the broadest category of written

works.

The origin of this word is from 1905-1910.

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Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and of American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. He is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

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Lived: Jan 19, 1809 - Oct 07, 1849 (age 40)

Height: 5 feet 8 inches

Spouse: Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe (m. 1835 - 1847)

Parents: David Poe Jr. (Father) · Eliza Poe (Mother)

Buried: Westminster Hall and Burying Ground

Education: University of Virginia · United States Military Academy (1830 - 1831)

Did you know: Poe’s body was moved decades after his death. biography.com

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fiction

[ fik-shuhn ]
noun the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form.works of this class, as novels or short stories:detective fiction.something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story:We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health.the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining.an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation.Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law.QUIZZESDON’T MOIL AND TOIL OVER THIS WORD OF THE DAY QUIZ!Think you remember every last punctilio from the Words of the Day from March 9–15? Take the quiz to find out!QUESTION 1 OF 7hypethraldistorting or exaggerating reality.obvious and intentional exaggeration.wholly or partly open to the sky, especially of a classical building; having no roof. ORIGIN OF FICTION1375–1425; late Middle English < Latinfictiōn- (stem of fictiō) a shaping, hence a feigning, fiction, equivalent to fict(us) molded (past participle of fingere) + -iōn- -ion
SYNONYMS FOR FICTION3fable, fantasy.
Fiction, fabrication,figment suggest a story that is without basis in reality. Fictionsuggests a story invented and fashioned either to entertain or to deceive: clever fiction; pure fiction.
Fabrication applies particularly to a false but carefully invented statement or series of statements, in which some truth is sometimes interwoven, the whole usually intended to deceive: fabrications to lure speculators. Figment applies to a tale, idea, or statement often made up to explain, justify, or glorify oneself: His rich uncle was a figment of his imagination. SEE SYNONYMS FICTIONfic·tion·al, adjectivefic·tion·al·ly, adverbpro·fic·tion, adjectivesem·i·fic·tion, nounSEE MORE RELATED FORMSWORDS THAT MAY BE CONFUSED WITH FICTION facetious factious factitious fictional fictitious factitious fictional fictitious fictive WORDS NEARBY FICTION fico, ficoll-hypaque technique, ficosis, fict., fictile, fiction, fictional, fictionalize, fictioneer, fictionist, fictionizeDICTIONARY.COM UNABRIDGED
BASED ON THE RANDOM HOUSE UNABRIDGED DICTIONARY, © RANDOM HOUSE, INC. 2020WORDS RELATED TO FICTION drama, novel, myth, imagination, fable, yarn, tale, fantasy, book, narrative, legend, prevarication, lie, falsehood, invention, crock, improvisation, romance, concoction, whopper EXAMPLE SENTENCES FROM THE WEB FOR FICTION

While politics tend to migrate toward the poles, humanity—and fiction, at its best—huddles in between.

THE 2014 NOVEL OF THE YEAR|NATHANIEL RICH|DECEMBER 29, 2014|DAILY BEAST

They hire other people to write their books for them, whether memoir or fiction.

MEET ZOELLA—THE NEWBIE AUTHOR WHOSE BOOK SALES TOPPED J.K. ROWLING|LUCY SCHOLES|DECEMBER 11, 2014|DAILY BEAST

In the end, his account is an entertaining reminder that sometimes, the truth really is better than fiction.

ENGLAND’S GREATEST KNIGHT PUTS ‘GAME OF THRONES’ TO SHAME|WILLIAM O’CONNOR|DECEMBER 9, 2014|DAILY

fiction

/ (ˈfɪkʃən) /

noun

literary works invented by the imagination, such as novels or short stories

an invented story or explanation; lie

the act of inventing a story or explanation

law something assumed to be true for the sake of convenience, though probably false

DERIVED FORMS OF FICTION

fictional, adjective

fictionally, adverb

fictioneer or fictionist, noun

WORD ORIGIN FOR FICTION

C14: from Latin fictiō a fashioning, hence something imaginary, from fingere to shape

COLLINS ENGLISH DICTIONARY - COMPLETE & UNABRIDGED 2012 DIGITAL EDITION
© WILLIAM COLLINS SONS & CO. LTD. 1979, 1986 © HARPERCOLLINS
PUBLISHERS 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012

CULTURAL DEFINITIONS FOR FICTION

fiction

Literature that is a work of the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact.

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1. acute

ending in a sharp point

Above all was the sense of hearing acute.

1. conceive

have the idea for

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.

1. vulture

a large diurnal bird of prey feeding chiefly on carrion

He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.

1. foresight

seeing ahead; knowing in advance; foreseeing

You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work!

1. dissimulation

the act of deceiving

You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work!

1. vexed

troubled persistently especially with petty annoyances

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.

1. profound

situated at or extending to great depth

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.

1. sagacity

the ability to understand and discriminate between relations

Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity.

1. triumph

a successful ending of a struggle or contest

I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph.

1. groan

an utterance expressing pain or disapproval

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror.

1. stifled

held in check with difficulty

It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe.

1. distracted

having the attention diverted especially because of anxiety

Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me.

1. crevice

a long narrow opening

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern.

1. stealthily

in a manner marked by quiet and caution and secrecy

So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

1. hideous

grossly offensive to decency or morality; causing horror

I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

1. instinct

inborn pattern of behavior often responsive to stimuli

I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

1. stimulate

cause to act in a specified manner

It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

1. refrain

resist doing something

But even yet I refrained and kept still.

1. precaution

a measure taken in advance to ward off impending danger

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.

1. wary

marked by keen caution and watchful prudence

I had been too wary for that.

1. suavity

the quality of being charming and gracious in manner

There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.

1. suspicion

an impression that something might be the case

A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

1. fatigues

military uniform worn by personnel when doing menial labor

In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

1. audacity

aggressive or outright boldness

In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

1. convinced

having a strong belief or conviction

My manner had convinced them.

1. vehemently

in a fierce manner

I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased.

1. gesticulation

a deliberate and vigorous motion of the hands or body

I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased.

1. stride

walk with long steps

I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased.

1. mockery

showing your contempt by derision

They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think.

1. agony

intense feelings of suffering; acute mental or physical pain

But anything was better than this agony!

1. derision

the act of treating with contempt

Anything was more tolerable than this derision!

1. hypocritical

professing feelings or virtues one does not have

I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer!

1. villain

someone who does evil deliberately

" Villains!"