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15\documentclass[11pt]{article}
16\usepackage{floatflt}
17\begin{document}
18\centerline{\Huge The Tale of
19\textsf{floatflt}}\bigskip
20
21\noindent This is a demonstration document for the use
22of the \textsf{floatflt} package.  It contains several
23floating figures and tables with captions explaining how
24they were called.  At the end, both a
25\verb+\listoffigures+ and a \verb+\listoftables+ command
26are used, resulting in the desired lists.  For more
27details on how to use the \textsf{floatflt} package,
28please run \LaTeX{} on the file \texttt{floatflt.dtx}.
29
30The following work by Edgar Alan Poe was retrieved by
31anonymous ftp from \texttt{ftp.funet.fi} in the
32directory \texttt{/pub/doc/literary/etext} where it is
33found in the file \texttt{telltale.poe}.  Only minor
34\LaTeX\ adaptions have been done, besides the inclusion
35of floating floats.
36
37\begin{center}
38Internet Wiretap Edition of\\[2mm]
39{\large THE TELL-TALE HEART}\\
40by\\ {\large EDGAR ALLAN POE}\\[2mm]
41From \textit{The Works of Edgar Allan Poe: Tales Vol I}\\
42J. B. Lippincott Co, Copyright 1895.\\[2mm]
43This text is placed into the Public Domain (May 1993).\\
44\end{center}
45
46\noindent\textit{\Large The Tell-Tale Heart}
47
48\noindent TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous
49I had been and am; but why WILL you say
50that I am mad? The disease had sharpened
51my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above
52all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things
53in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things
54in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how
55calmly, I can tell you the
56whole story.
57
58\begin{floatingfigure}{60mm}
59\begin{center}
60The first figure to\\ use the environment\\ \texttt{floatingfigure}
61\end{center}
62\caption{The \texttt{floatingfigure} environment with \texttt{60mm}
63for \textit{width} and no \textit{option}.}
64\end{floatingfigure}
65It is impossible to say how first the idea entered
66my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day
67and\linebreak night. Object there was none. Passion there
68was none. I loved the old man. He had never
69wronged me. He had never given me insult. For
70his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye!
71Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that
72of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it.
73Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and
74so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind
75to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself
76of the eye for ever.
77
78\begin{floatingfigure}[r]{40mm}
79\begin{center}
80Another figure to\\ use the environment\\ \texttt{floatingfigure}
81\end{center}
82\caption{The \texttt{floatingfigure} environment with \texttt{40mm}
83for \textit{width} and the \texttt{r} \textit{option}.}
84\end{floatingfigure}
85Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen
86know nothing. But you should have seen me.
87You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --
88with what caution -- with what foresight, with what
89dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder
90to the old man than during the whole week before
91I killed him. And every night about midnight I
92turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so
93gently! And then, when I had made an opening
94sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all
95closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then
96I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed
97to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it
98slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not
99disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to
100place my whole head within the opening so far that
101I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would
102a madman have been so wise as this? And then
103when my head was well in the room I undid the
104lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously
105(for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much
106that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.
107And this I did for seven long nights, every night
108just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed,
109and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was
110not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye.
111And every morning, when the day broke, I went
112boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to
113him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and
114inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see
115he would have been a very profound old man, indeed,
116to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I
117looked in upon him while he slept.
118
119\begin{floatingtable}{
120\begin{tabular}{cccc}
121$x$ & $x^2$ & $x^3$ & $x^4$ \\ \hline
1221 & 1 & 1 & 1 \\
1232 & 4 & 8 & 16 \\
1243 & 9 & 27 & 81 \\
125\end{tabular}}
126\caption{The \texttt{floatingtable} environment with no \textit{option}.}
127\end{floatingtable}
128Upon the eighth night I was more than usually
129cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute
130hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never
131before that night had I felt the extent of my own
132powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain
133my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was
134opening the door little by little, and he not even to
135dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly
136chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for
137he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now
138you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room
139was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for
140the shutters were close fastened through fear of
141robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the
142opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on
143steadily, steadily.
144
145\begin{floatingtable}[l]{
146\begin{tabular}{ccc}
147$\alpha$ & $\sin\alpha$ & $\cos\alpha$ \\ \hline
1480 & 0 & 1 \\
149$\pi$ & 0 & $-1$ \\
150$2\pi$ & 0 & 1 \\
151\end{tabular}}
152\caption{The \texttt{floatingtable} environment with the \texttt{l}
153\textit{option}.}
154\end{floatingtable}
155I had my head in, and was about to open the
156lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fasten\-ing,
157and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying
158out, ''Who's there?''
159
160I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole
161hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime
162I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting
163up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night
164after night hearkening to the death watches in the
165wall.
166
167\begin{floatingfigure}[l]{50mm}
168\begin{center}
169\Large A Figure!
170\end{center}
171\caption{The \texttt{floatingfigure} environment
172with \textit{width} set to \texttt{50mm}  and the
173\texttt{l} \textit{option}.}
174\end{floatingfigure}
175Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it
176was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of
177pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound
178that arises from the bottom of the soul when
179overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many
180a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept,
181it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening,
182with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted
183me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old
184man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at
185heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever
186since the first slight noise when he had turned in
187the bed. His fears had been ever since growing
188upon him. He had been trying to fancy them
189causeless, but could not. He had been saying to
190himself, ''It is nothing but the wind in the chimney,
191it is only a mouse crossing the floor,'' or, ''It is merely
192a cricket which has made a single chirp.'' Yes he
193has been trying to comfort himself with these
194suppositions; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN,
195because Death in approaching him had stalked with
196his black shadow before him and enveloped the
197victim. And it was the mournful influence of the
198unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although
199he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence
200of my head within the room.
201
202When I had waited a long time very patiently
203without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open
204a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern.
205So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily,
206stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the
207thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and
208fell upon the vulture eye.
209
210It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious
211as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness
212-- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that
213chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could
214see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for
215I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon
216the damned spot.
217
218And now have I not told you that what you mis-
219take for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?
220now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick
221sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in
222cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the
223beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury
224as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into
225courage.
226
227\begin{floatingfigure}[p]{90mm}
228\begin{center}
229A rather wide figure which still uses the \\
230\texttt{floatingfigure} environment.
231\end{center}
232\caption{A \texttt{floatingfigure} environment
233which uses \texttt{90mm} for \textit{width} and
234the \texttt{p} \textit{option}.}
235\end{floatingfigure}
236But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely\linebreak
237brea\-thed. I held\linebreak the lantern motionless. I tried
238how\linebreak stead\-ily I could\linebreak
239maintain the ray upon the eye.
240Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased.
241It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder,
242every instant. The old man's terror must have
243been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every
244moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you
245that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead
246hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that
247old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to
248uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer
249I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew
250louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst.
251And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would
252be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had
253come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern
254and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once
255only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and
256pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled
257gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many
258minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound.
259This, however, did not vex me; it would not be
260heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The
261old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined
262the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed
263my hand upon the heart and held it there many
264minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone
265dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
266
267\begin{floatingtable}[r]{
268\begin{tabular}{l}
269Two lines in one table with one single \\
270column is enough!
271\end{tabular}}
272\caption{This \texttt{floatingtable}  uses the \texttt{r}
273\textit{option}.}
274\end{floatingtable}
275If still you think me mad, you will think so no
276longer when I describe the wise precautions I took
277for the concealment of the body. The night waned,
278and I worked hastily, but in silence.
279
280I took up three planks from the flooring of the
281chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.
282I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly,
283that no human eye -- not even his -- could have
284detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash
285out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever.
286I had been too wary for that.
287
288When I had made an end of these labours, it was
289four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell
290sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the
291street door. I went down to open it with a light
292heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered
293three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect
294suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been
295heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion
296of foul play had been aroused; information had been
297lodged at the police office, and they (the officers)
298had been deputed to search the premises.
299
300\begin{floatingtable}[p]{
301\begin{tabular}{|l|l|l|} \hline
302English Word & Swedish Word & Dutch Word \\ \hline
303read & l\"asa & lesen \\
304speak & tala & spreken\\
305write & skriva & schrijven \\ \hline
306\end{tabular}}
307\caption{A \texttt{floatingtable}  with the \texttt{p}
308\textit{option}.}
309\end{floatingtable}
310I smiled, -- for what had I to fear? I bade the
311gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my
312own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned,\linebreak was
313absent in the country. I took my visitors all over
314the house. I bade them search -- search well. I led
315them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his
316treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm
317of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room,
318and desired them here to rest from their fatigues,
319while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect
320triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot
321beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
322
323The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had
324convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat
325and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of
326familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting
327pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and
328I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat,
329and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:
330I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling:
331but it continued and gained definitiveness -- until,
332at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my
333ears.
334
335No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked
336more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet
337the sound increased -- and what could I do? It was
338A LOW, DULL, QUICK SOUND -- MUCH SUCH A SOUND AS A
339WATCH MAKES WHEN ENVELOPED IN COTTON. I gasped for
340breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked
341more quickly, more vehemently but the noise
342steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles,
343in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but
344the noise steadily increased. Why WOULD  they not
345be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy
346strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of
347the men, but the noise steadily increased. O God!
348what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I
349swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and
350grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over
351all and continually increased. It grew louder --
352louder -- louder! And still the men chatted
353pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard
354not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! --
355they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making
356a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this
357I think. But anything was better than this agony!
358Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I
359could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I
360felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again
361-- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! --
362
363''Villains!'' I shrieked, ''dissemble no more! I
364admit the deed! -- tear up the planks! -- here, here!
365-- it is the beating of his hideous heart!''
366
367\rightline{\ensuremath{\mathcal{END}}.}
368
369\listoffigures
370\listoftables
371
372\end{document}
373\endinput
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