The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

“If he be Mr. Hyde,” he had thought, “I shall be Mr. Seek.”

There comes an end to all things;

put your heart in your ears

bring the life of that un­happy Henry Je­kyll to an end.

Hence the ape­like tricks that he would play me, scrawl­ing in my own hand blas­phemies on the pages of my books, burn­ing the let­ters and des­troy­ing the por­trait of my father; and in­deed, had it not been for his fear of death, he would long ago have ruined him­self in or­der to in­volve me in the ruin. But his love of me is won­der­ful; I go fur­ther: I, who sicken and freeze at the mere thought of him, when I re­call the ab­jec­tion and pas­sion of this at­tach­ment, and when I know how he fears my power to cut him off by sui­cide, I find it in my heart to pity him.

lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mut­ter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weak­ness, and in the con­fid­ence of slum­ber, pre­vailed against him, and de­posed him out of life. The hatred of Hyde for Je­kyll was of a dif­fer­ent or­der.

thought of Hyde, for all his en­ergy of life, as of some­thing not only hellish but in­or­ganic

powers of Hyde seemed to have grown with the sick­li­ness of Je­kyll. And cer­tainly the hate that now di­vided them was equal on each side. With Je­kyll, it was a thing of vi­tal in­stinct. He had now seen the full de­form­ity of that creature that shared with him some of the phe­nom­ena of con­scious­ness, and was co­heir with him to death

from that day forth it seemed only by a great ef­fort as of gym­nastics, and only un­der the im­me­di­ate stim­u­la­tion of the drug, that I was able to wear the coun­ten­ance of Je­kyll

. And when at last, think­ing the driver had be­gun to grow sus­pi­cious, he dis­charged the cab and ven­tured on foot, at­tired in his mis­fit­ting clothes, an ob­ject marked out for ob­ser­va­tion, into the midst of the noc­turnal pas­sen­gers, these two base pas­sions raged within him like a tem­pest