Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга

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Read and listen the creepy story by Edgar Allan Poe, which was written in the year of The story is read by Bryan Reid. I was really gripped by his voice. Great thanks It takes only 18 minutes to listen and I am sure you will be able to stop. Also you can enjoy the screen version Despite the year of the production and the black and white screening, it is really worth watching.

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? It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceivedDancing In The Dark - Johnny Koonce - Got My Eye On You 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! 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 Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга —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 headI 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! 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. 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 chamberand 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. 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 Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга 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. Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга 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 Intro - The Rolling Stones - 14 On Fire Tokyo (DVD) night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groanand I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief —oh, no! 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 Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга 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 causelessbut could not. 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 raylike 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 Gettin Hot - Various - Tidy Trax Sampler. And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?

I knew that sound well, too. It increased my fury, as the beating of Room - Click Box - Wake Up Call 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 eye.

Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! 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!

With a loud yellI 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 eye 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 Рэггей Дождливой Ночью - Александр Лаэртский И Постоянство Памяти - Овальное Зеркало Сведенборга body. The night waned, and I worked hastilybut 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! 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 suavityas 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.


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