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

I have been doomed to such a dread­ful ship­wreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.

This, then, is the last time, short of a mir­acle, that Henry Je­kyll can think his own thoughts or see his own face (now how sadly altered!) in the glass.

The veil of self-in­dul­gence was rent from head to foot.

Evil be­sides (which I must still be­lieve to be the let

Evil be­sides (which I must still be­lieve to be the let

I was con­scious of no re­pug­nance, rather of a leap of wel­come. This, too, was my­self. It seemed nat­ural and hu­man. In my eyes it bore a live­lier im­age of the spirit, it seemed more ex­press and single, than the im­per­fect and di­vided coun­ten­ance I had been hitherto ac­cus­tomed to call mine.

I saw that, of the two natures that con­ten­ded in the field of my con­scious­ness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only be­cause I was rad­ic­ally both