" 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 that 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."
from THE TELL-TALE HEART by Edgar Allan Poe
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