thetell-taleheart译文

Grades: 6-8Description:Join us for our Book Club! series featuring Edgar Allan Poe: Master of Madness! Poe is the inventor of the detective story, father of the psychological thriller and a master American poet. Our session will discuss the life and times of the author and the grisly short story “The Tell-Tale Heart”. We will focus on literary elements such as imagery and figurative language, as well as the life and times of Edgar Allan Poe.Lesson Outcomes:The student will:•Be able to use, understand and apply new vocabulary related to the story.•Be able to understand and identify a writer’s sense of style such as figurative language, imagery, and repetition.•Be able to gain more knowledge about the life and times of the author and his purpose for writing the story “The Tell-Tale Heart”.Activity # 1: Vocabulary DevelopmentWhile reading the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe, students will work on developing an understanding of specific vocabulary words by defining each word and writing down the passage in which the word is used in the short story. After completion of the novel, students will complete the “The Tell-Tale Heart” Crossword Puzzle activity.Activity # 2: Literary Elements: A Writer’s Sense of StyleStyle is a writer’s characteristic way of writing, such as his choice of words, sentence structure, imagery, and subject matter. After reading the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” students will answer questions about the writer’s style and identify various characteristics of Poe’s style.Activity # 3: Edgar Allan Poe Webquest/Scavenger HuntStudents will journey to several exciting websites to complete the “Edgar Allan Poe – Master of Madness” webquest/scavenger hunt.Challenge Questions:1. Explain what you think the title of “The Tell-Tale Heart” means.2. Describe a time in your life when your guilty conscience led you to do the rightthing.3. Write an alternate ending to the story “The Tell-Tale Heart”.Grades: 6-8Activity #1:Vocabulary WordsStudents will use the dictionary to define the following words taken from the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart”.1. conceived: to form an idea; think.2. vulture: a person or thing that preys, esp. greedily or unscrupulously.3. dissimulation: to hide under a false appearance; feigning; hypocrisy.4. vexed: irritated; annoyed.5. courageously: possessing or characterized by courage; brave.6. profound: having deep insight or understanding.7. sagacity: acuteness of mental discernment & soundness of judgment; wisdom.8. hearkening: to listen attentively; give heed.9. stifled: to suppress, curb, or withhold; muffled.10. unperceived: not perceived or commented on; not seen.11. stealthily: acting with quiet, caution, and secrecy intended to avoid notice.12. acuteness: sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception; sensitive.13. pulsation: a beat or throb, as of the pulse.14. dismembered: to cut, tear, or pull off the limbs of; to divide into pieces.15. suavity: smoothly agreeable and courteous; sophistication.16. audacity: boldness or daring, esp. with confident or arrogant disregard forpersonal safety.17. vehemently: strongly emotional; intense or passionate.18. gesticulations: a deliberate, vigorous motion or gesture with one’s hands.19. mockery: ridicule, contempt, or derision; subject of laughter.20. dissemble: to give a false or misleading appearance to; conceal the truth or realnature of.Vocabulary definitions taken from .Grades: 6-8Activity #1 cont.:Vocabulary Cross Word PuzzleAcross4. acuteness of mental discernment; wisdom5. to cut, tear, or pull off the limbs of; to divide into pieces6. to suppress, curb, or withhold; muffled7. irritated; annoyed8. strongly emotional; intense or passionate12. a beat or throb, as of the pulse13. boldness or daring16. having deep insight or understanding17. a deliberate, vigorous motion or gesture with one’s hands18. to listen attentively; give heed Down1. perceived or commented on; not seen2. sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception3. a person or thing that preys, esp. greedily or unscrupulously4. acting with quiet, caution, and secrecy intended to avoid notice5. to give a false or misleading appearance to; conceal the truth9. smoothly agreeable and courteous; sophistication10. possessing or characterized by courage; brave11. ridicule, contempt, or derision; subject of laughter14. to hide under a false appearance; feigning; hypocrisy15. to form an idea; thinkWord Bank:conceivedsagacitypulsation vulturehearkeningdismembered dissimulation stifled suavityvexed unperceived audacity courageously stealthily vehemently profoundacutenessgesticulations mockery dissembleGrades: 6-8Activity #2:Literary Elements: A Writer’s Sense of StyleEdgar Allan Poe uses the following literary elements to develop his sense of style within his writings. Before reading the short story, discuss these literary elements with your students. While reading, have them identify examples of these elements and discuss them. After reading the story, students will then answer the questions that follow.IMAGERY:Language that appeals to the senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, smell). Example: “the hinges creaked”.FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE: Whenever you describe something by comparing it with something else, you are using figurative language. The most common figures of speech are simile, metaphor, and alliteration.•Simile: a comparison of two unlike things, typically marked by use of "like" or "as". Example: “much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped incotton”.•Metaphor: A comparison of two unlike things using the verb "to be" and not using “like” or “as”, like a simile does. Example: “He is a pig”.•Alliteration: Repeated consonant sounds occurring at the beginning of words or within words. Alliteration is used to create melody, establish mood, call attention to important words, and point out similarities and contrasts. Example: “h ideoush eart”.REPETITION: where words or certain phrases are repeated for a stronger emphasis by the author. Example: “louder, louder”.GRIM HUMOR: topics and events that are usually treated seriously – death, mass murder, sickness, madness, terror, drug abuse, rape, war etc. – are treated in a humorous or satirical manner. Example: “I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him”.SUBJECTS OF HORROR & SUPERNATURAL: intended to scare, unsettle, or horrify the audience. Historically, the cause of the "horror" experience has often been the intrusion of an evil—or, occasionally, misunderstood—supernatural element into everyday human experience. Example: “Death, in approaching him, had stalked with his black shadow….”.Grades: 6-8Activity #2, cont:QUESTIONS:Style is a writer’s characteristic way of writing, such as his choice of words, sentence structure, imagery, and subject matter. After reading the short story “The Tell-Tale Heart” answer the following questions about the writer’s style and identify various characteristics of Poe’s style.1. What special words does the author use to help you see, hear, smell, and/or tastethings in the story? (imagery)2. How do these words set the mood for the story?3. What pictures did the author leave in your mind? (imagery)4. What did you like/dislike about the way the author has written the story?5. How did the author describe the character(s) within the story?6. Give two examples of figurative language used in the story.7. Locate one example of grim humor and/or horror used in the story.8. What sort of conclusion is the reader most likely to make after reading these openinglines from the story? “You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But youshould have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded….”9. What sound is being described in the following passage from the story? “….now, Isay, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick, sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton.”10. Why do you think the main character “admits the deed” to the police officers?Grades: 6-8Activity #3: Use the following websites to answer the questions that follow./poe/1. Where was Edgar Allan Poe born and where was he educated?2. What kind of writing was his first love?3. What types of jobs did he have?4. What famous work was published in 1841 and what was significant about it?/selected_works/index.htmlCLICK ON EACH OF THE SELECTED WORKS AND READ THE FIRST LINE OF EACH (there are six stories to click on).5. Read the first sentence in each of the six selected stories. What word choicesdoes Poe use in his opening sentences?6. How do these words set the mood and tone of the story?7. What do the words requiem, pendulum, and macabre mean?• Requiem:• Pendulum:• Macabre:/~Alien49690/annabel-lee.htmlREAD THE POEM “ANNABEL LEE” AND ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS.8. What was the girl's whole purpose in life?9. What came out of a cloud?10. What do you think happened to Annabel Lee?11. From what you have found in your research today, whom do you think Poe waswriting about?/acis/textarchive/rare/76.htmlREAD THE PARAGRAPH.12. What did Poe have to do in order to preserve a copy of his poem?CLICK ON PAGE 1 AND PAGE 2 TO LOOK AT EDGAR ALLAN POE’SORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT/eapoe.html13. What is cryptography?14. Name a piece of writing where Poe references it.Scroll down and read the solution for one of the cryptographs.Grades: 6-8Edgar Allen Poe – Master of Madness –Webquest/Scavenger HuntKEY1. Born in Boston, Educated in England and Virginia.2. First love was poetry.3. His careers was as a soldier, writer (author) editor, publisher.4. 1841 Murder in Rue Morgue – first fictional detective.5. Words in opening sentences: dark, dreary, oppressive, pestilence, devastated,madness, blood, insult, revenge, threat, nervous, made, weary.6. The words set the mood for the story by being negative, dark, dreary etc.7. Definitions:•requiem: any musical service, hymn, or dirge for the repose of the dead•pendulum: an apparatus consisting of an object mounted so that it swings freely under the influence of gravity•macabre: gruesome and horrifying; ghastly; horrible8. Purpose of Annabel Lee: to love and be loved by me (Poe).9. The wind blew out of the cloud.10. This is opinion. Annabel Lee most likely died of a chill, cold, etc.11. This is opinion, but almost certainly, Virginia, his cousin and wife.12. Poe wrote out several copies of his last poem, Annabel Lee, and circulated itamongst his friends.13. Cryptography: the science or study of the techniques of secret writing, especiallycode and cipher systems, methods, and the like.14. “The Gold Bug”Grades: 6-8Additional Websites and resources:•Knowing Poe: Great site to get an overall taste for Edgar Allan Poe! It has lesson plans, activities and much, much more!/default_flash.asp•Poe Stories: This site is a fairly extensive exploration of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe.•Poe Cryptographic Challenge:Cryptic Message written by Poe/eapoe.html•Teachers First "Interactive Raven”: Take a look at the vocabulary and literary devices in Edgar Allen Poe's famous poem, The Raven./share/raven/start-fl.html•Puzzlemaker: This site is how the crossword puzzle activity was made. 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《泄密的心》埃德加·爱伦·坡真的——紧张——非常紧张，极度紧张，以前，现在，都是这样。

可你为什么硬说我疯了呢这毛病反倒把我的感觉弄得更灵敏了——没失灵——也没麻木。

特别是听觉，最好不过了。

天上人间的一切声息尽在我的耳鼓里，我还听见地狱中的许多事物。

那么，我疯了吗听着！你看我气色多好——多么镇定自若地把这一切给你和盘托出。

这点子最初怎么进入我的脑海的，是说不上来了，但这点子一出现，就日夜萦绕着我，没啥目的，没啥觊觎。

我喜欢那个老头，他从没伤害过我，从没侮辱过我。

对他的金子，我更无非分之想。

我想是由于他的那只眼睛吧！眼睛，就是这东西！他的一只眼睛酷似鹰眼——一只淡蓝色的眼睛，覆以一层薄翳。

只要这只眼睛看到我，我就不寒而栗。

于是，渐渐地——一来二去——我便拿定主意要他的命，这样就可以使自己永远摆脱那只眼睛。

你看，这就是问题的关键。

你以为我疯了，可疯子是啥都不懂的。

可惜你没看见我，可惜你没看到我干得多漂亮——那么审慎，那么周详，伪装得多么巧妙。

杀死老头之前的那一周里，我对他是体贴备至。

每天夜里，大约午夜时分，我转动门闩，把门拨开——噢，极轻微地！然后，我把门推开，推到我的头那么宽，再放进去一盏黑乎乎的提灯，灯遮的严实合缝，光一点都透不出来——然后我再探进头去。

噢，要是看到我有多么巧妙地探进头去，你定会发笑的！我慢慢地探进头去，慢慢地，非常慢地，唯恐搅了老头的美梦。

用了一个钟头的时间，我才把头探进门缝，刚好能看见他平躺在床上。

哈！——疯子有这脑瓜吗接着，等我的头全进了门，我就小心翼翼地打开提灯，——哦，十分地小心翼翼——小心翼翼（因为折合之处会发出声响）——我把提灯掀开一条缝隙，一道细细的灯光落在了那只鹰眼上。

我就这样一连搞了七个长夜——每天夜里，就在午夜时分——但我发现那只眼睛总是闭着，因此也就没法做那活儿，因为这样他就不是折磨我的那个老头了，折磨我的是那只可恶的眼睛。

每天清晨，天刚破晓，我就大摇大摆地走进他的房间，仗着胆跟他说话，亲热地叫他的名字，问他这一宿是怎么过的。

The Tell-Tale HeartThe Tell-Tale Heart was written by Edgar Allan Poe, who was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic. He is considered part of the American Romantic Movement and best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre. Edgar Allan Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. The Tell-Tale Heart is one of the classics of his masterpieces.This short fiction was written in the first-person narration to tell us a horrible murder story. It follows an unnamed narrator who insists on his sanity after murdering an old man with a “vulture eye”. The murder is carefully calculated, and he hides the body under the floorboards after dismembering it. Ultimately the narrator’s guilt manifests itself in the hallucination that the man’s heart is still beating under the floorboards. Shocked by the constant beating of the heart and a feeling that not only are the officers aware of the sound , but that they also suspect him, the narrator confesses to killing the old man and tells them to tear up the floorboards to reveal the body.Through the first-person narration, the Tell Tale Heart shows us a narrator with neurotic personality who directed a horrible murderstory. After the first reading, I can hardly get any theme except an obvious one, it is the guilt or the guilty conscience that drives someone insane and he cannot get them away. Come back to the story, after the narrator cleaned up the spot, he failed to leave because of the officers’arrival. Anyhow, he pretended to be calm and showed them around.But his fear exposed very soon. He felt himself getting pale and wished them gone. He began to feel fear in his subconscious. Later he even heard the heartbeat of the old man, and the sound was getting louder and louder. How can a dead man have such a loud sound of heartbeat? His guilty and fear cause a hallucination to him. He did consider there was a heartbeat. Hence, he speaks louder so as to cover the sound, worrying about that the officers would also catch the sound. Unfortunately, the officers did not leave as he wished and the sound seemed to be louder. All these made him crazy. He even thought the officers had already found that he was the murderer. Finally, his fear, guilty destroyed him. Indeed, the heartbeat did not exist. But he just could not beat his guilty conscience and took the bill for his crime.The Tell Tale Heart is a great work, what its theme is more than this. If you have a careful read, you will find two details that cannot be ignored. One is the old man’s eye that is the reason why thenarrator killed the old man. The other is the heartbeat that is the reason why the narrator suffered retaliation. The word “eye” repeats eleven times while the word “heartbeat” repeats 8 times in the novel. In fact, these two words are the very point of this fiction. Imagine, how ridiculous to kill a man not for his riches or unkind but for a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it. How ridiculous that a dead man still has heartbeat, and even, the description of the sound, which uses the sentence like “louder and louder”, appears 13times. Whether Allen is on purpose or not, the description of these two images are meaningful and shocking.The description of vulture-eye is deserved to be concentrated. Vulture is a raptor. We can see it as a symbol. It represents the power. Its evil or its strength may be the real reason that the narrator love it but against it at the same time. Now return to the story, the strong power dissatisfied the narrator, so he wanted to kill it. However, the power cannot be destroyed, just like the heartbeat which never stops. As a result, the narrator had suffered retaliation.I judge him as a person who has the neurotic personality, because he said he desired his eyes and di dn’t care about his treasures. He killed an old man just because the old man’s vulture eyes. The poor old man didn’t have some annoying behavior or some words can make the narrator really mad. This motive for murder is very ridiculousand seems unreasonable.I like this fiction. This description is a little exaggeration but it makes me notice the madman’s carefulness and cautiousness. The narrator brought me into the scene and makes the story effective for me by his attractive and extraordinary language. In addition, his description is full of the details of the crime and filled with his own feelings and these made me felt very nervous while reading this novel. You may read it someday and it won’t make you disappointed.。

The Tell-Tale HeartBy: Edgar Allan PoeMotto: Art is long and Time is fleetingAnd our hearts, though stout and braveStill, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.——LONGFELLOW TRUE！- 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 observe 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！yes，it was this！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 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，I turned the latch of his door and opened it - oh so gently！And then，when I had made an opening sufficient for my head，I 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！I moved it slowly - very，very slowly，so that I might not disturb the old man's 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 madman 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 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 chamber，and 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. A watch's 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 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 as 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.I had my head in，and was about to open the lantern，when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening，and the old man sprang up in bed，crying out - “Who's there？”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；- just as I have done，night after night，hearkening to the death watches in the wall.Presently I heard a slight groan，and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief - oh，no！- it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. 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 that 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 causeless，but could not. He had been saying to himself - “It is nothing but the wind in the chimney - it is only a mouse crossing the floor，” or “It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes，he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions：but he had found all in vain. 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 ray，like 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 it. I saw it with perfect distinctness - all a dull blue，with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones；but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person：for I had directed the ray as if by instinct，precisely upon the damned spot.And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense？- now，I say，there came to my ears a low，dull，quick sound，such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well，too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury，as the beating of a 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 eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker，and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme！It grew louder，I say，louder every moment！- do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous：so I am. 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！The old man's hour had come！With a loud yell，I 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 thecorpse. 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 eve 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 the body. The night waned，and I worked hastily，but 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！ha！When I had made an end of these labors，it was four o'clock - still dark as midnight. 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 suavity，as 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.I smiled，- for what had I to fear？I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek，I said，was my own in a dream. The old man，I mentioned，was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search - search well. I led them，at length，to his chamber. I showed them his treasures，secure，undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence，I brought chairs into the room，and desired them here to rest from their fatigues，while I myself，in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph，placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat，and while I answered cheerily，they chatted of familiar things. But，ere long，I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached，and I fancied a ringing in my ears：but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct：- It continued and became more distinct：I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling：but it continued and gained definiteness - until，at length，I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale；- but I talked more fluently，and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased - and what could I do？It was a low，dull，quick sound - much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath - and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly - more vehemently；but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles，in a high key and with violent gesticulations；but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone？I paced the floor to and from with heavy strides，as if excited to fury by the observations of the men - but the noise steadily increased. Oh God！what could I do？I foamed - I raved - I swore！I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting，and grated it upon the boards，but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder - louder - louder！And still the men chatted pleasantly，and smiled. Was it possible they heard not？Almighty God！- no，no！They heard！- they suspected！- they knew！- they were making a mockery of my horror！-this I thought，and this I think. But anything was better than this agony！Anything was more tolerable than this derision！I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer！I felt that I must scream or die！and now - again！- hark！louder！louder！louder！louder！“Villains！” I shrieked，“dissemble no mor e！I admit the deed！- tear up the planks！here，here！- It is the beating of his hideous heart！”。

The Tell-Tale HeartIntroduction“The Tell-Tale Heart” is a famous short story written by Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in 1843 and is known for its dark and suspenseful nature. The story revolves around the narrator’s obsession with an old man’s eye and the horrifying events that unfold as a result. This article delves into the main themes, symbolism, and literary techniques used in “The Tell-Tale Heart.”Summary“The Tell-Tale Heart” is narrated by an unnamed protagonist who tries to convince the reader of their sanity while simultaneously confessing to a heinous crime. The story begins with the narrator explaining the reason behind their madness. They claim that they are not mad but rather have an acute sense of hearing. The narrator then describes their obsession with an old man’s vulture-like eye, which they believe isevil and must be destroyed.The protagonist meticulously plans the murder, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. On the eighth night, they enter the old man’s room and shine a light on the eye, revealing their presence. Overwhelmed by fear, the old man shrieks, and the narrator suffocates him with a heavy bed. After ensuring the old man is dead, the narrator dismembers the body and hides it beneath the floorboards.As the story progresses, the narrator becomes increasingly paranoid, hearing the old man’s heart beating from beneath the floor. Consumed by guilt, they confess their crime to the police, believing that the officers also hear the incessant beating. The story ends with the narrator’s final admission of their insanity.Themes1. Guilt and Conscience“The Tell-Tale Heart” explores the theme of guilt and conscience. The narrator’s guilt manifests in their increasing paranoia and obsession with the old man’s beating heart. This guilt drives them to confesstheir crime, unable to bear the burden any longer. Poe highlights the torment caused by a guilty conscience, suggesting that the truth will always find a way to reveal itself.2. MadnessMadness is a prevalent theme in Poe’s works, and “The Tell-Tale Heart” is no exception. T he narrator’s distorted perception of reality andtheir obsession with the old man’s eye are clear indications of their descent into madness. The story raises questions about the fine line between sanity and insanity and the extent to which one’s mind can be trusted.3. Fear and ParanoiaFear and paranoia play a significant role in “The Tell-Tale Heart.”The narrator’s fear of the old man’s eye drives them to commit the heinous act. However, this fear transforms into paranoia as they are haunted by the soun d of the old man’s beating heart. Poe skillfully portrays the effects of fear and paranoia on the human psyche, leadingto a chilling climax.Symbolism1. The EyeThe eye symbolizes the narrator’s obsession and the evil they perceivein the old man. It ser ves as a metaphor for the narrator’s own guilt,as they believe the eye can see through their facade of sanity. The eye also represents the concept of inner truth, as the narrator’s obsession ultimately leads to their confession.2. The HeartThe beating h eart symbolizes the narrator’s guilt and the persistenceof truth. It serves as a constant reminder of their crime, tormenting them until they can no longer bear the weight of their guilt. Theheart’s sound becomes a symbol of the narrator’s deteriorating mental state, driving them to confess their crime.Literary Techniques1. First-Person Narration“The Tell-Tale Heart” is narrated in the first person, allowingreaders to delve into the mind of the unreliable narrator. This perspective creates a sense of intimacy and immediacy, intensifying the story’s suspense and the reader’s engagement.2. RepetitionPoe uses repetition throughout the story to emphasize the narrator’s obsession and increasing madness. Phrases such as “I loved the old man” and “I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth” are repeated, creating a sense of unease and building tension.3. ForeshadowingPoe employs foreshadowing to build suspense and hint at the narrator’s eventual confession. The narrator’s constant references to thei r sanity and their insistence that they are not mad foreshadow their eventual descent into madness and guilt.4. Symbolic ImageryPoe’s use of vivid and symbolic imagery enhances the story’s impact. The description of the old man’s eye as vulture-like and evil creates a sense of dread and repulsion. The imagery of the beating heart beneaththe floorboards evokes a visceral response, heightening the story’s tension.Conclusion“The Tell-Tale Heart” is a masterful work of Gothic fiction that explores themes of guilt, madness, fear, and paranoia. Through its use of symbolism and literary techniques, the story delves into the dark recesses of the human mind, leaving readers with a sense of unease and a deeper understanding of the complexities of the human psyche. Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” continues to captivate readers with its timeless themes and chilling narrative.。

The Tell-Tale HeartBy: Edgar Allan PoeMotto: Art is long and Time is fleetingAnd our hearts, though stout and braveStill, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.——L ONGFELLOWTRUE！- 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 observe 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！yes，it was this！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 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，I turned the latch of his door and opened it - oh so gently！And then，when I had made an opening sufficient for my head，I 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！I moved it slowly - very，very slowly，so that I might not disturb the old man's 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 madman 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 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 chamber，and 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. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never beforethat 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 as 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.I had my head in，and was about to open the lantern，when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening，and the old man sprang up in bed，crying out - “Who's there？”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；- just as I have done，night after night，hearkening to the death watches in the wall.Presently I heard a slight groan，and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief - oh，no！- it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. 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 that 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 causeless，but could not. He had been saying to himself - “It is nothing but the wind in the chimney - it is only a mouse crossing the floor，” or “It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes，he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions：but he had found all in vain. 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 ray，like 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 it. I saw it with perfect distinctness - all a dull blue，with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones；but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person：for I had directed the ray as if by instinct，precisely upon the damned spot.And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense？- now，I say，there came to my ears a low，dull，quick sound，such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well，too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury，as the beating of a 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 eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker，and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme！It grew louder，I say，louder every moment！- do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous：so I am. 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！The old man's hour had come！With a loud yell，I 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 eve 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 the body. The night waned，and I worked hastily，but 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！ha！When I had made an end of these labors，it was four o'clock - still dark as midnight. 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 suavity，as 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.I smiled，- for what had I to fear？I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek，I said，was my own in a dream. The old man，I mentioned，was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search - search well. I led them，at length，to his chamber. I showed them his treasures，secure，undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence，I brought chairs intothe room，and desired them here to rest from their fatigues，while I myself，in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph，placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat，and while I answered cheerily，they chatted of familiar things. But，ere long，I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached，and I fancied a ringing in my ears：but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct：- It continued and became more distinct：I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling：but it continued and gained definiteness - until，at length，I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale；- but I talked more fluently，and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased - and what could I do？It was a low，dull，quick sound - much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath - and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly - more vehemently；but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles，in a high key and with violent gesticulations；but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone？I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides，as if excited to fury by the observations of the men - but the noise steadily increased. Oh God！what could I do？I foamed - I raved - I swore！I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting，and grated it upon the boards，but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder - louder - louder！And still the men chatted pleasantly，and smiled. Was it possible they heard not？Almighty God！- no，no！They heard！- they suspected！- they knew！- they were making a mockery of my horror！-this I thought，and this I think. But anything was better than this agony！Anything was more tolerable than this derision！I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer！I felt that I must scream or die！and now - again！- hark！louder！louder！louder！louder！“Villains！” I shrieked，“dissemble no more！I admit the deed！- tear up the planks！here，here！- It is the beating of his hideous heart！”《泄密的心》埃德加·爱伦·坡真的——紧张——非常紧张，极度紧张，以前，现在，都是这样。

The Tell-Tale Heart1 TRUE! — 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? Harken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.2 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! —yes, it was this! 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.3 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 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, I turned the latch of his door and opened it — oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I first put in a dark lantern, all 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 man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see the old man as he lay upon his bed. Ha! — would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously — oh, so 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 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 his chamber, and 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.4 Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s 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 scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and the old man not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea. And perhaps the old man heard me; for he moved in the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back — but no. His room was as 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 on pushing it steadily, steadily.5 I had got my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out —“Who’s there?”6 I kept quite still and said nothing. For another hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear the old man lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; — just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death-watches in the wall.7 Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew that it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain, or of grief — oh, no! — it was the low, stifled sound that arises from the bottom ofthe soul when overcharged with awe. 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 that 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 causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself —“It is nothing but the wind in the chimney —it is only a mouse crossing the floor,” or “it is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions; but he had found all in vain. All in vain: because death, in approaching the old man had stalked with his black shadow before him, and the shadow had now reached 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 me — to feel the presence of my head within the room.8 When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing the old man 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 single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.9 It was open — wide, wide open — and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness — all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man’s face or person; for I had directed the ray, as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.10 And now — have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses? — now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound — much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.11 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 louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment: — do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: — so I am. And now, at the dead hour of the night, and amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable wrath. Yet, for some minutes longer, I refrained and kept 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 neighbor! The old man’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I 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 sat upon the bed and 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 walls. 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. The old man was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.12 If, still, you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautionsI took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.13 I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between thescantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye — not even his — could have detected anything 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! ha!14 When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o‘clock — still dark as midnight. 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 suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor 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.15 I smiled, — for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search — search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues; while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.16 The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and, while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: I talked more freely, to get rid of the feeling; but it continued and gained definiteness — until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.17 No doubt I now grew very pale; — but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased — and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound — much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath —and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly —more vehemently; —but the noise steadily increased. I arose, and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; —but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro, with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men; — but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed — I raved — I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had sat, and grated it upon the boards; — but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder — louder — louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! —no, no! They heard! —they suspected! —they knew! —they were making a mockery of my horror! — this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! — and now — again! — hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!18 “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 tell-tale heart 译文我感到真的——紧张——非常紧张，极度紧张，过去和现在都是这样。

但你为什么坚持说我疯了呢？这个毛病反而让我的感官更加敏锐——没有失灵——也没有麻木。

特别是听觉，我听到了世间万物的声音，甚至听到了地狱中的一切。

那么，我真的疯了吗？请听我说！看看我的脸色多好——我很冷静地向你描述这一切。

这个想法最初是怎么进入我的脑海的，我已经记不清了，但一旦出现，就一直萦绕着我，没有目的，没有企图。

我喜欢那个老人，他从来没有伤害过我，也没有侮辱过我。

但是，我对他的一只眼睛非常恐惧——那只眼睛像鹰一样锐利，淡蓝色，覆盖着一层薄膜。

只要那只眼睛看着我，我就会感到寒意。

渐渐地——一来二去——我决定要杀了他，这样我就可以永远摆脱那只眼睛。

这就是问题的关键。

你认为我疯了，但___什么都不懂。

可惜你没有亲眼见证我做的事情，可惜你没有看到我的精彩表演——我非常小心、非常周到地伪装自己。

在杀死老人之前的一周，我对他关心备至。

每天午夜时分，我轻轻转动门闩，把门打开——非常轻微的声音！然后，我把门推开，推到我的头那么宽，再把黑暗中的提灯放进去，提灯的遮盖非常严密，没有一点光线透出来——然后我再探进去。

如果你看到我多么巧妙地探进门缝，你一定会笑的！我慢慢地探进去，非常慢地，唯恐打扰老人的美梦。

我花了一个小时才把头探进门缝，刚好能看到他平躺在床上。

哈！——疯子能有这样的头脑吗？然后，当我的头完全进入时，我小心翼翼地打开提灯，——非常小心翼翼——非常小心翼翼（因为提灯的折叠会发出声响）——我把提灯掀开一条缝隙，一道细细的灯光照在了那只鹰眼上。

我连续这样做了七个晚上——每天晚上都在午夜时分——但我发现那只眼睛总是闭着，所以我无法完成我的计划，因为那只可恶的眼睛一直在折磨我。

每天清晨，天刚破晓，我就大摇大摆地走进他的房间，和他说话，亲切地叫他的名字，询问他昨晚过得如何。

所以，你看，这个老人并不是一个老谋深算的人，他从来没有想到我会在每天晚上十二点趁他熟睡时窥视他。

Analysis of the “Tell-Tale Heart”“The Tell-Tale Heart”is a little frightening story that a crazy person killed an old man who lived with him only because he “had a vulture-a pale blue eyes ,with a film over it. ”The old man had never given him insult,and for the man’s gold, he had no desire,only because of the devil eyes.For seven nights, the narrator managed to sneak into the old man’s room to kill him, but he found the eye always closed. Upon the eighth night, he finally committed the murder of the old man with his “evil eye”open.Though he was not afraid when the policemen came, the sound of the old man’s heart which only he could hear slowly drove him mad .ExpositionThe narrator decided to kill the old man, or he or her could not bear facing the old man’s eye. He or her wanted to rid himself of the eye forever.“The Tell-Tale Heart” begins with the line “True! — nervous — very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?” The narrator insists that he or she is san . He or her tells the tale of how an old man who lives in his or her house has never wronged him or her. For an unknown reason, the old man’s cloudy, pale blue eye has incited madness in the narrator. Whenever the old man looks at him or her , the blood turns cold. Thus, he or she is determined to kill him to get rid of this curse.ComplicationAgain, the narrator argues that he is not mad. He or her claims the fact that he or her has proceeded cautiously indicates that he or her is sane. For a whole week, the narrator has sneaked into the man’s room every night, but the victim has been sound asleep with his eyes closed each time. The narrator cannot bring himself to kill the man without seeing his “Evil Eye.” On the eighth night, however, the man springs up and cries “Who’s there?” In the dark room, the narrator waits silently for an hour. The man does not go back to sleep; instead, he gives out a slight groan, realizing that “Death” is approaching.Eventually, the narrator shines his lamp on the old man’s eye. The narrator immediately becomes furious at the “damned spot,” but he soon hears the beating of a heart so loud that he fears the neighbors will hear it. With a yell, he leaps into the room and kills the old man.ClimaxThe end of the story was also the climax. It depicts the disturbed state of mind of the neurotic murderer.He dismembers the corpse and hides the body parts beneath the floorboards. There is a knock on the front door; the police have come to investigate a shriek the neighbors have reported. The narrator invites them to search the premises. He blames his scream on a bad dream and explains that the old man is not home. The officers are satisfied but refuse to leave. As the narrator sited with the police, he began to hear a sound in his ears “a low, dull, quick sound-much such as a watch makes when enveloped incotton”.Soon the sound of the heartbeat resumes, growing more and more distinct. The narrator grows pale and raises his voice to muffle the sound. At last, unable to stand it any longer, the narrator screams: “I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! —it is the beating of his hideous heart!”. The narrator’s “tell-tale” heart caused him to convict himself.The guilt of the narrator is a major theme in “The Tell-Tale Heart.” The story is about a mad person who, after killing a companion for no apparent reason, hears an interminable heartbeat and releases his overwhelming sense of guilt by shouting his confession to the police. The narrator never pretends to be innocent, fully admitting that he has killed the old man because of the victim’s pale blue, film-covered eye which the narrator believes to be a malignant(邪恶的) force. The narrator suggests that there are uncontrollable forces which can drive people to commit violent acts.。

thetelltaleheart的叙述策略(一)The Tell-Tale Heart的叙述策略引言在Edgar Allan Poe的经典短篇小说《The Tell-Tale Heart》中，作者巧妙地运用了多种叙述策略来增加悬念和吸引读者的注意力。

本文将深入探讨这些策略，并解释作者如何通过其叙述方法使读者陷入故事的世界。

叙述视角作者通过独特的叙述视角增添了故事的神秘感和紧张氛围。

- 第一人称视角：叙述者以第一人称形式讲述自己的故事，让读者能更好地理解叙述者的想法和情感。

- 内心独白：通过叙述者的内心独白，读者能深入了解叙述者的内在世界，同时感受到他的紧张和焦虑。

-刻意模糊：作者有意在描述叙述者的性格、动机和行为时保持模糊，使读者无法完全了解叙述者，增加了故事的神秘感。

时间结构作者运用巧妙的时间结构使故事具有引人入胜的效果。

- 非线性叙事：作者将故事从叙述者的回忆中展开，通过回忆和闪回的方式为读者逐渐揭示叙述者的疯狂行为和心理转变。

- 时间压缩：作者将整个故事压缩在一个短暂的时间段内，增加了紧迫感和悬念，让读者难以放下。

语言和修辞手法作者巧妙地使用语言和修辞手法，产生强烈的感官体验和情感共鸣。

- 形象描写：通过生动的形象描写，作者营造出幽暗的氛围和恐怖的画面，使读者沉浸其中。

- 激情的语言：作者运用激情洋溢的语言，强化叙述者的内心痛苦和焦虑，让读者感受到紧张和恐惧的情绪。

- 反复强调：作者通过不断重复叙述者的犯罪行为和内心冲突，加深了读者对叙述者内心葛藤的理解。

故事结构作者运用紧凑的故事结构，使读者被吸引和紧张直到故事的结尾。

- 开局即高潮：作者通过叙述者的犯罪行为作为故事开端，让读者立即陷入紧张和好奇中。

- 转折和高潮：作者通过逐渐揭示叙述者内心的疯狂和焦虑，推动故事向高潮发展，增加了紧张感。

- 结尾情节：作者在结尾情节中，巧妙地暴露出叙述者的内心秘密和疯狂，让读者感到震惊和恐惧。

THE TELL-TALE HEARTby Edgar Allan Poe1843TRUE! --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 observe 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! yes, it was this! 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 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, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I 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! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's 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 madman 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 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 chamber, and 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. A watch's 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 scarcelycontain 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 as 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.I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"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; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. 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 that 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 causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. 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 ray, like 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 it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the oldman's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is butover-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a 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 eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise asthis 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! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I 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 eve 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 the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but 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 depositedall 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! ha!When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. 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 suavity, as 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.I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well.I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularlyat ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder--louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!"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 END-。

适合摘抄的英文短篇当谈及适合摘抄的英文短篇作品时，有许多经典的短篇小说和故事适合提取摘抄。

以下是一些经典英文短篇作品及摘抄：1. 《The Lottery》by Shirley Jackson："Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones."2. 《The Gift of the Magi》by O. Henry:"The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger."3. 《Hills Like White Elephants》by Ernest Hemingway:"The hills across the valley of the Ebro' were long and white."4. 《The Tell-Tale Heart》by Edgar Allan Poe:"It's the beating of his hideous heart!"5. 《To Build a Fire》by Jack London:"The old-timer had been very serious in laying down the law that no man must travel alone in the Klondike after fifty below."6. 《The Necklace》by Guy de Maupassant:"She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate hadblundered over her, into a family of artisans."这些短篇作品有着丰富的情节、生动的描述和深刻的寓意，适合用来进行摘抄和创作。

The Tell Tale Heartby Edgar Allan PoeThe short story The Tell Tale Heart takes place around ____________ evidenced by: _______________, _______________, _________________, &_____________________. The story is told in _______________ point of view, and its tone seems __________________ & ___________________.The protagonist is the __________________ who claims from the beginning that he is not “________.”He’s referr ing to not _________________ rather than not being angry. The main conflict in this story is (circle one) internal or external. The main overall conflict in this story is ______________vs. _________________, which is a character vs. ______________ conflict. The protagonist of the story is___________________ while the antagonist is ___________________.In the story the narrator is telling us the story of how he set about to _________ the old man because of his __________. It takes him several nights of peeking into the old man’s chambers to actually complete his task. 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“The Tell-Tale Heart” Comprehension and Style ActivitiesWhat is the effect of this irony on the reader?III. Literary Elements1. Mood, or atmosphere, is the overall feeling in the story. How would you describe the mood in this story? What details does Poe use to create the mood?2. Symbolism: What does the heartbeat noise symbolize in the story? Provide evidence from the story.3. How does first paragraph foreshadow, or hint at, the events of the story? Be specific (use a quote)!4. The final paragraph in the story builds to a kind of mad climax. How does the writer use words and punctuation to create tension - an even rhythm of a heartbeat? Be specific!IV. Style –Analyze Poe’s Stylistic DevicesFind examples (quotes) of each stylistic device used in the story and its effect on the readerV. Unreliable Narrator1. From whose point of view is this story told?2. How does this point of view help create the “single effect”?3. What does the narrator repeatedly claim about himself?4. Does this establish the narrator as a reliable source of information? Why or why not? In other words, provide 3 examples where the narrator is trying to establish his sanity and 3 examples where the narrator’s sanity is called intoBelow is given annual work summary, do not need friends can download after editor deleted Welcome to visit againXXXX annual work summaryDear every leader, colleagues:Look back end of XXXX, XXXX years of work, have the joy of success in your work, have a collaboration with colleagues, working hard, also have disappointed when encountered difficulties and setbacks. Imperceptible in tense and orderly to be over a year, a year, under the loving care and guidance of the leadership of the company, under the support and help of colleagues, through their own efforts, various aspects have made certain progress, better to complete the job. For better work, sum up experience and lessons, will now work a brief summary.To continuously strengthen learning, improve their comprehensive quality. With good comprehensive quality is the precondition of completes the labor of duty and conditions. A year always put learning in the important position, trying to improve their comprehensive quality. Continuous learning professional skills, learn from surrounding colleagues with rich work experience, equip themselves with knowledge, the expanded aspect of knowledge, efforts to improve their comprehensive quality.The second Do best, strictly perform their responsibilities. Set up the company, to maximize the customer to the satisfaction of the company's products, do a good job in technical services and product promotion to the company. And collected on the properties of the products of the company, in order to make improvement in time, make the products better meet the using demand of the scene.Three to learn to be good at communication, coordinating assistance. On‐site technical service personnel should not only have strong professional technology, should also have good communication ability, a lot of a product due to improper operation to appear problem, but often not customers reflect the quality of no, so this time we need to find out the crux, and customer communication, standardized operation, to avoid customer's mistrust of the products and even the damage of the company's image. Some experiences in the past work, mentality is very important in the work, work to have passion, keep the smile of sunshine, can close the distance between people, easy to communicate with the customer. Do better in the daily work to communicate with customers and achieve customer satisfaction, excellent technical service every time, on behalf of the customer on our products much a understanding and trust.Fourth, we need to continue to learn professional knowledge, do practical grasp skilled operation. Over the past year, through continuous learning and fumble, studied the gas generation, collection and methods, gradually familiar with and master the company introduced the working principle, operation method of gas machine. With the help of the department leaders and colleagues, familiar with and master the launch of the division principle, debugging method of the control system, and to wuhan Chen Guchong garbage power plant of gas machine control system transformation, learn to debug, accumulated some experience. All in all, over the past year, did some work, have also made some achievements, but the results can only represent the past, there are some problems to work, can't meet the higher requirements. In the future work, I must develop the oneself advantage, lack of correct, foster strengths and circumvent weaknesses, for greater achievements. Looking forward to XXXX years of work, I'll be more efforts, constant progress in their jobs, make greater achievements. Every year I have progress, the growth of believe will get greater returns, I will my biggest contribution to the development of the company, believe inyourself do better next year!I wish you all work study progress in the year to come.。