It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my head. There was no reason for what I did. I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was like the eye of a vulture, the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while an animal dies, and then fall upon the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it. When the old man looked at me with his vulture eye a cold feeling went up and down my back; even my blood became cold. And so, I finally decided I had to kill the old man and close that eye forever! So you think that I am mad? A madman cannot plan. But you should have seen me. During all of that week I was as friendly to the old man as I could be, and warm, and loving.

Tone: This part of the story say a lot that he hates something about the man but he still loves him, the character seems uncertain on what he is trying to say and what he feels. When he talks about the eye and how it is like a vulture he’s gets carried away and starts saying that he’s not mad but it makes the man seem even more mad and insane. The character has a weird obsession with the eye and he has no reason for it so it makes him sound crazy, scared even paranoid. He may have something going on in his mind that is unhealthy.

Mood: When reading this part of the story it develops a creepy mood and we feel a bit uneasy about the character. How the character says he was nice to the man all week makes us have a sick feeling because of what the man is going to do at the end of the week. The story puts us in a confused frame of mind and we feel weird out reading this.