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.

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. 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. 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. 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. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. 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. The narrator says he does not know where he got the idea to kill the old man, but he is lying to protect someone else.Hear “The Tell-Tale Heart” read aloud.

The narrator insists he is uninterested in gold, but he clearly murdered the man for his money. The narrator claims he is not suffering from madness, but he has no rational reason to kill the old man. 'The Tell-Tale Heart,' Edgar Allan Poe Which statement best explains how a reader can tell that the passage's narrator is unreliable? The narrator says he loved the old man, but other events show he is prejudiced against older people. 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. 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.

Allan poe the tell tale heart