Diorama

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!"
"dissemble no more! I admit the deed!
- tear up the planks!
-- here, here! -
it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
They say your ailing doves get caught
They say her peace will make you weak
They now obtain your words by fraud