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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! One of his eyes resembled that 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, 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.
I HAVE A DREAM Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Address delivered at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom Washington, D.C., August 28, 1963
[I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest
demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.]
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand
today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great
beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of
withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their
captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years
later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the
chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of
poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later,
the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an
exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful
condition.
In a sense we’ve come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the
architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the
Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every
American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well
as white men, would be guaranteed to the “Unalienable Rights of Life, Liberty, and the
pursuit of Happiness.”
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar
as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation,
America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked
"insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We
refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of
this nation. And so we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon
demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
ANNABEL LEE Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.