The analysis of the story is about The Winepress

Characteristics:

• Charles Jouselin de Gruse, he is a likeable man, cultivated, and he had always concealed his contempt for such idea, he had never much cared for these partucular guests.

• Pierre was a good man, that happily with his married, he love his wife.

• Faniry is Pierre’s wife, she is beautiful lady, in madagaskar when she was seventeen she was refishing in the malagasy sunlight, her skin was golden, her black waist-length hair, which hung straight beside her cheeks, farmed large, Fathomless eyes. But in frence, she was become a sealous of everyone. Of the maids, the secretary,even of the pleasant girl who picked the grapes and giggled at her funny accent.

• Charles’s wife.

• Charles’s foreign guests:

1. General
2. General’s wife
3. Dutchman
4. Englishman
5. German politician
6. Other politician

Setting: House
Party in charles’s house, Quai Foltaire French

• Madagaskar, pierre was spend with his Uncle and fallen in love with Faniry.

• France, pierre attended the funeral of his family and manage the vineyard left by his father. And Faniry followed two weeks later. They lived together.

Point of fiew: The second person
Becouse in that story, the main character using name ( charles Jouselin de Gruse and Pierre)

Plot:
The plot is flash back, because Charles Jousselin de Gruse tell a story of the Wine press for all of his guests.

Moral message:

• The beatiful is did not always assure a happily live ever.

• If we were husband and wife, as pairs be better we have to trush each other.

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The Analysis Of The Story is About "The Tell-tale Heart"

Characters the narator:
Our narrator is such a wreck, it’s hard not to feel sorry for him. He’s nervous(“very dreadfully nervous”), paranoid, and physically and mentally ill.

• The old man:

The old man is even more of mystery than the narrator, partly because we only see him through the narrator’s skewed perspective.

• The three policemen:

The three policemen don’t really have any characteristics. Yet, they play a major role in driving the plot of the narrator’s story, so we should at least consider them.

• A Neighbor:

The Neighbor plays a small but important role in the narrator’s story. As noted in the old man ‘s “character analysis,” then neighbor shows us that the narrator and or the old man are alienated from.

The tell-tale heart setting: A house
We don’t know where the narrator is while he’s telling the story of the old man’s murder. The story he tells us takes place inside a random old house about which few details are derectly given. We are told that the old man keeeps his shutters tightly locked. A neighbor hears at least one of the story’s two screams.the cops arrive promptly, just after the narrator has hidden the body. As such, the house might be in an urban area, possibly a high-crime one.

Point of view:
“ The tell-tale heart” is a first-person narrative of an unnamed narrator [1] who insists he is sane but suffering from a disease ( nervousness) which causes “over-acuteness of the senses”.


The tell-tale heart plot: forward plot 
The plot of the story is about forward plot becouse the narrator is a mudmen. He has the bad idea in his brain to murdere the old man. Whenefer his brain direct in to him, hi would live to followed it so thats why the narrator talk about what was his brain would like to direct how to kill that old man

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The Tell-tale Heart

THE TELL-TALE HEART   by Edgar Allan Poe
1843   

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! He had the eye 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, 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. 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. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. 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. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. 

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily. 

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall. 

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye. 

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 nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot. 

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. 

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more. 

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha! 

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises. 

I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. 

No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!" 

-THE END-

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Short Story "My Experience"

I did like to tell you a great story, this story about my beloved uncle who lived in kalimantan. When I was first semester at English Department of pattimura university. You know I did not even know how my uncle look like, because my uncle gone work left our family for 40th years. 

One day, my mother suddenly called me, she told me that my uncle had been arrived in ambon, my uncle is the ones from kalimantan who followed Saild Banda 2010th in ambon city. At the time it is my biggest opeartunity to met my Uncle, that was my mother said to me. But I said to my mother “how could I’m to saw my Uncle”. “If you saw your Uncle, it is easly because his face same with me”said my motrher and then my mother gave me his phon number. 

At the night I called my Uncle and said that I’m is your niece and I mentioned my mother name’s to him. Then he rememberred me as he niece then we make an appointment to met tomorow morning. At the morning my Uncle phoned me he ask where I’m, he told me came to Amplast for breakfastwith him. 

Of course I came to see him in Amplas, but I’m so confused because I did not even know his face at all. At the time no one having activities in the way, just me and my Uncle. One thing that made me and my Uncle was meet each other is expressions, becouse my Uncle was waiting for someone and I was find out him. 

Suddenly my phon was ringing, in fact that phone from my Uncle, he said to me “ I have to quikly (assap)” and then I got run over him, you the one that want to find me?” he said with laughing at me. And I saw his face, I remember my mother. Truly my mother and my Uncle are same face. Reflex I huged him so bad. Finaly we breakfast together, and he gave me some money, and told me that I have to study hard. He livein Ambon for some day, it is about a week and then I take care of him in airport for back to Kalimantan again. 

 THE END

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