with every guarantee of an honourable and distinguished future.
the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition
I concealed my pleasures
I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life
but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them with an almost morbid sense of shame.
man’s dualnature.
both sides of me were in dead earnest
man is not truly one, but truly two.
I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man
If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable
a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death.
Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness.
There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new
I felt younger, lighter, happier in body
More wicked, tenfold more wicked
Edward Hyde was so much smaller, slighter and younger than Henry Jekyll
The drug had no discriminating action; it was neither diabolical nor divine
my new power tempted me until I fell in slavery.
like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and springheadlong into the sea of liberty
a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Henry Jekyll
a being inherentlymalign and villainous
It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty. Jekyll was no worse
lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde.
my blood was changed into something exquisitely thin and icy.
The power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine.
in the beginning, the difficulty had been to throw off the body of Jekyll, it had of late gradually but decidedly transferred itself to the other side.
I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my second and worse.
Jekyll had more than a father‘s interest; Hyde had more than a son’s indifference.
I preferred the elderly and discontented doctor
in an hour of moral weakness
My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall.
I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow
struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror.
the animal within me licking the chops of memory
He, I say – I cannot say, I. That child of Hell had nothing human
It was no longer the fear of the gallows, it was the horror of being Hyde that racked me.
I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.