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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! One of his eyes resembled that 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 for ever. (Paragraph 2) One of the strangest aspects of Edgar Allan Poe’s story “The Tell-Tale Heart” is that the narrator gives himself up at the end after being extremely cautious in hiding the evidence of his crime. After reading this paragraph, one would easily come to the conclusion that the man was disturbed, if not completely mad. Although he vehemently persists that a disease had sharpened his senses, it