Monday, December 7, 2015

"Fear is the natural state of being in all of Poe's stories." Discuss in relation to "The Tell-Tale Heart."

Fear of course plays a vital role in this great short
story, both in terms of the fear that the narrator inspires in the old man whom he
kills, and in the way in which the old man's eye inspires fear in the mind of the
narrator.


One of the disturbing aspects of this story is
the way that the narrator knowingly rejoices in the fear that he is causing in the old
man as he creeps towards his bed to kill him. Note how this is described in the
text:


readability="12">

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I kenw it
was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief--oh, no!--it was
the low stilfed sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with
awe... I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I
chuckled at heart.



The reader
is appalled by the way in which the narrator finds amusement in the mortal terror he is
causing the old man to feel. However, at the same time, this is not a one-way process.
As the narrator opens his lantern to reveal a crevice of light, it chances to fall upon
the old man's eye. Note the response of the narrator to this
sight:



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 nothign else of the old man's face or person: for I had
directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned
spot.



Thus we can see that it
is in part the terror and state of fear that the old man's "vulture eye" inspires in the
narrator that causes the narrator to seek to end the old man's life. Thus we can argue
that fear, as experienced by both characters, is the "natural state of being" in this
story.

No comments:

Post a Comment

What is the meaning of the 4th stanza of Eliot's Preludes, especially the lines "I am moved by fancies...Infinitely suffering thing".

A century old this year, T.S. Eliot's Preludes raises the curtain on his great modernist masterpieces, The Love...