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TELL TALE HEART PRESENTATION BY ME ;)
Transcript of TELL TALE HEART PRESENTATION BY ME ;)
Edgar Allan Poe
Then three policemen knock
on the door of the house.
They ask questions about a cry that was
heard in the street from the old man’s house.
The killer tells them that it might
have been his own cry in a dream.
"I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream"
published in January, 1843
Then he welcomed them inside
and he placed his own seat upon
the very spot beneath which
he disposed of the corpse of the victim.
His manners had convinced them
at first then he started
to get pale and wished them gone.
He bursts in and pulls the old man off his bed and overturns
the heavy bed on him.
After killing the old man, he chops the dead body
into pieces and conceals the pieces under the
wooden boards of the floor.
It reflects the psychology of a killer.
The nameless narrator kills an old man just because he does not like the old man’s vulture-like eye.
He started to hear voices and ringing
in his ears and the voices kept on getting louder
until he thought the the officers had heard it.
"Almighty God! no, no! They heard! they suspected!
they knew! they were making a mockery of my horror!"
At this point, he confessed that he killed the old man.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more!
I admit the deed! tear up the planks! here, here!
It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
The narrator repeatedly insists
that he is not mad.
However, the reader soon realizes
that the fear
of the vulture eye has consumed the
who has now become a victim to the
which he had hoped to elude.
''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''
The story covers a period of approximately
eight days. The Narrator of story goes to the old man’s
room around midnight with a muffled light.
He pushes the bedroom door open just
a little and finds the man in his bed.
The old man wakes up.