He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad.
Madmen know nothing.
But you should have seen me. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. 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. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. And 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.