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.
The Tell-Tale Heart narrated by Christopher Lee
(The master of mystery’s final days were as horrifying as anything he ever wrote: found wandering lost in delirium in Baltimore, when his true destination had been Philadelphia, garbed in another man’s shabby clothes, savagely beaten…incoherent and tormented by hallucinations the last four days of his life. Now there’s a short story begging to be written — and illustrated! — the deathbed hallucinations of Edgar Allan Poe!)