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Tales - Vol. II - Edgar Allan Poe
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Duey Press. Paperback. New. Paperback. 340 pages. Dimensions: 8.5in. x 5.5in. x 0.8in.THE MEASURED MOVEMENT OF THE PENDULUM DISTURBED THEM NOT AT ALL As HE NEARLY FAINTED AS HE GAZED . 268 THE TELL--TALE HEART RUE -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. 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 Hearken and ob- serve how healthily -how calmly I can tell you the whole story. 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 I yes, it was this One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture, a pale blueeye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold and so by degrees, very gradualIy, 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. Mad-men know nothing. But you should have seen ME. 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. And every night, about midnight, 1 turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gentIy And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, ail closed, closed, so 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 I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old mans sleep. 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. Ha would a mad- man have been so wise as this And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously - oh, so cautiously, cautiously for the hinges creaked I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye aIways 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, l went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, l looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watchs minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I FELT the extent of my own powers - of my sagacity. I could scarceIy 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. . . This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN., Duey Press

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THE MEASURED MOVEMENT OF THE PENDULUM DISTURBED THEM NOT AT ALL As HE NEARLY FAINTED AS HE GAZED . 268 THE TELL--TALE HEART RUE -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. 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 Hearken and ob- serve how healthily -how calmly I can tell you the whole story. 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 I yes, it was this One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture, a pale blueeye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold and so by degrees, very gradualIy, 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. Mad-men know nothing. But you should have seen ME. 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. And every night, about midnight, 1 turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gentIy And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, ail closed, closed, so 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 I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old mans sleep. 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. Ha would a mad- man have been so wise as this And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously - oh, so cautiously, cautiously for the hinges creaked I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye aIways 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, l went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, l looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watchs minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I FELT the extent of my own powers - of my sagacity. I could scarceIy 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... Edgar Allan Poe, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Tales - Vol. II Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, Duey Press

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[EAN: 9781443774772], Neubuch, [PU: Read Books], BRAND NEW PRINT ON DEMAND., Tales - Vol. II, Edgar Allan Poe, THE MEASURED MOVEMENT OF THE PENDULUM DISTURBED THEM NOT AT ALL As HE NEARLY FAINTED AS HE GAZED . 268 THE TELL--TALE HEART RUE -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. 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 Hearken and ob- serve how healthily -how calmly I can tell you the whole story. 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 I yes, it was this One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture, a pale blueeye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold and so by degrees, very gradualIy, 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. Mad-men know nothing. But you should have seen ME. 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. And every night, about midnight, 1 turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gentIy And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, ail closed, closed, so 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 I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old mans sleep. 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. Ha would a mad- man have been so wise as this And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously - oh, so cautiously, cautiously for the hinges creaked I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye aIways 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, l went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, l looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watchs minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I FELT the extent of my own powers - of my sagacity. I could scarceIy 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.

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[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Duey Press], THE MEASURED MOVEMENT OF THE PENDULUM DISTURBED THEM NOT AT ALL As HE NEARLY FAINTED AS HE GAZED . 268 THE TELL--TALE HEART RUE -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. 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 Hearken and ob- serve how healthily -how calmly I can tell you the whole story. 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 I yes, it was this One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture, a pale blueeye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold and so by degrees, very gradualIy, 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. Mad-men know nothing. But you should have seen ME. 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. And every night, about midnight, 1 turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gentIy And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, ail closed, closed, so 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 I moved it slowly -very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old mans sleep. 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. Ha would a mad- man have been so wise as this And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously - oh, so cautiously, cautiously for the hinges creaked I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye aIways 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, l went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, l looked in upon him while he slept. Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watchs minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I FELT the extent of my own powers - of my sagacity. I could scarceIy 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... Versandfertig in 3-5 Tagen, [SC: 0.00], Neuware, gewerbliches Angebot

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Tales - Vol. II
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Tales - Vol. II

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Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

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EAN (ISBN-13): 9781443774772
ISBN (ISBN-10): 1443774774
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Date de parution: 2008
Editeur: Duey Press
340 Pages
Poids: 0,431 kg
Langue: eng/Englisch

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