The Tell-Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe’s, The Tell-Tale Heart, is an amazing story about how a man’s own guilt and conscience can drive him crazy. The boy in this story is very disturbed about his old man’s evil eye. The boy just couldn’t stand looking at this “vulture eye.” He had finally come up with a plan to rid his life of the evil eye, but in doing so, the old man would have to die too. He had no problems with the old man and this was the only thing that troubled him. He really didn’t want to kill the old man, but he felt it was worth it to never see that eye again. When he finally goes through with the plan, he is ruined when the officers come and his own guilt drives him to confess the murder.
In no way do I see this boy as a madman. Like he stated in the story, “Madmen know nothing.” He had created a whole plan that covered every possible subject. He seemed to have this planned out for weeks; he just couldn’t go through with the murder. Until that day that he just couldn’t stand
He chopped it up and buried the pieces under the floorboards. He started hearing the old man"tms heart beating again. Every night at midnight, the boy would poke his head into the old man"tms room and watch him sleep. So the boy had it all set, he had actually gotten away with the perfect murder, but his own conscience and guilt forced him into insanity and turning himself in. As I stated before, the boy definitely wasn"tmt a madman, but the murder did drive him insane. Every night, the boy examined the old man as he slept. The boy stood there with high anxiety and waited to make his move. He replaced all the boards perfectly and left the room. The boy was extremely nice to the old man the whole week that he was studying his victim. When the man turned the boy shined a single beam of light upon his evil eye. He finally realized all the power that he possessed and that he was holding the old man"tms life in his hands. He figured if he was nice to the old man, the last thing the old man would think is that the boy was about to kill him.