The Invisible Man

by H.G. Wells

He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose;

“He wuz bit,”

Just blackness. I tell you, he’s as black as my hat.”

*sigh* …different times

Communication with the world beyond the village he had none. His temper continued very uncertain; for the most part his manner was that of a man suffering under almost unendurable provocation, and once or twice things were snapped, torn, crushed, or broken in spasmodic gusts of violence.

There was a violent sneeze in the passage.

Oh nooooo He has a hayfever xD

The Anglo-Saxon genius for parliamentary government asserted itself; there was a great deal of talk and no decisive action.

Mr. Thomas Marvel

They were the soundest boots he had come across for a long time, but too large for him; whereas the ones he had were, in dry weather, a very comfortable fit, but too thin-soled for damp. Mr. Thomas Marvel hated roomy shoes, but then he hated damp. He had never properly thought out which he hated most, and it was a pleasant day, and there was nothing better to do.

I like him xD

“That’s all,” said the Voice. “I’m invisible. That’s what I want you to understand.”

My guy’s patience is (understandably) *waning* (us that the right word? Yk, going away, bit by bit, struggling to stay intact)

How are you hid?”

OH MY GOD HES INVISIBLE

“You ’aven’t been eatin’ bread and cheese?”

Eyooooo I don’t know if I find that incredibly cool or gross xD

Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations.

“If you give me the slip again,” said the Voice, “if you attempt to give me the slip again—” “Lord!” said Mr. Marvel. “That shoulder’s a mass of bruises as it is.” “On my honour,” said the Voice, “I will kill you.”

HEY, TOO FAR, INVISIBLE MAN RELAX

“I’m a miserable tool,” said Marvel. “You are,” said the Voice.

>:0 I will not stand for this abuse

I tell you he’s after me. I give him the slip. He said he’d kill me and he will.”

What a horrible boss

“This, this Invisible Man, then?” asked the man with the black beard, with one hand behind him. “I guess it’s about time we saw him.”

YOU CANT SEE HIM THATS THE WHOLE POINT

“Only a runaway ring, sir,”

… yeah… sure

“I am an Invisible Man,” repeated the Voice.

Once again, he’s just trying his best to exist and be acknowledged without everyone questioning him and/or freaking out xD

“Keep steady, Kemp, for God’s sake! I want help badly. Stop!”

:( (I do feel bad, but then again, you have been quite aggressive)

“If you shout, I’ll smash your face,”

OH MY LORD VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER

“I am Griffin, of University College, and I have made myself invisible. I am just an ordinary man—a man you have known—made invisible.” “Griffin?” said Kemp. “Griffin,” answered the Voice. “A younger student than you were, almost an albino, six feet high, and broad, with a pink and white face and red eyes, who won the medal for chemistry.”

“Have you a dressing-gown?”

I’m sorry- I can’t get over the fact that he’s naked

It’s only the living tissue I’ve changed, and only for as long as I’m alive.

At least that means I can erase the horrifying image of an invisible corpse from my mind-

“Fit of temper,” said the Invisible Man. “Forgot this arm; and it’s sore.” “You’re rather liable to that sort of thing.” “I am.”

Yeah-

You know I dropped medicine and took up physics? No; well, I did. Light fascinated me.”

“But consider, visibility depends on the action of the visible bodies on light. Either a body absorbs light, or it reflects or refracts it, or does all these things. If it neither reflects nor refracts nor absorbs light, it cannot of itself be visible. You see an opaque red box, for instance, because the colour absorbs some of the light and reflects the rest, all the red part of the light, to you. If it did not absorb any particular part of the light, but reflected it all, then it would be a shining white box. Silver! A diamond box would neither absorb much of the light nor reflect much from the general surface, but just here and there where the surfaces were favourable the light would be reflected and refracted, so that you would get a brilliant appearance of flashing reflections and translucencies—a sort of skeleton of light. A glass box would not be so brilliant, nor so clearly visible, as a diamond box, because there would be less refraction and reflection. See that? From certain points of view you would see quite clearly through it. Some kinds of glass would be more visible than others, a box of flint glass would be brighter than a box of ordinary window glass. A box of very thin common glass would be hard to see in a bad light, because it would absorb hardly any light and refract and reflect very little. And if you put a sheet of common white glass in water, still more if you put it in some denser liquid than water, it would vanish almost altogether, because light pa...

He turned around abruptly. “I robbed the old man—robbed my father. “The money was not his, and he shot himself.”

“You don’t mean to say there’s an invisible cat at large!” said Kemp. “If it hasn’t been killed,”

IT BETTER BE ALIVE

I understood now how it was the cat had howled until I chloroformed it.

That poor cat :(((

until at last I could see the sickly disorder of my room through them, though I closed my transparent eyelids.

Again- don’t know if I find that cool or gross

I was invisible, and I was only just beginning to realise the extraordinary advantage my invisibility gave me. My head was already teeming with plans of all the wild and wonderful things I had now impunity to do.”

Ah yes, be invisible. Do crime.

I experienced a wild impulse to jest, to startle people, to clap men on the back, fling people’s hats astray, and generally revel in my extraordinary advantage.

Ah yes, a scientist

first intimations of a cold,

That’s why he sneezes?? Cause he’s constantly naked, giving him a cold?

the younger of the detectives,

I love that he acknowledges their intelligence and calls them detectives xD

I was fasting; for to eat, to fill myself with unassimilated matter, would be to become grotesquely visible again.” “I never thought of that,” said Kemp. “Nor had

Wellll, someone didn’t think things through

I made no more ado, but knocked him on the head.” “Knocked him on the head?” exclaimed Kemp. “Yes—stunned him—as he was going downstairs. Hit him from behind with a stool that stood on the landing. He went downstairs like a bag of old boots.” “But—I say! The common conventions of humanity—” “Are all very well for common people. But the point was, Kemp, that I had to get out of that house in a disguise without his seeing me. I couldn’t think of any other way of doing it. And then I gagged him with a Louis Quatorze vest and tied him up in a sheet.” “Tied him up in a sheet!” “Made a sort of bag of it. It was rather a good idea to keep the idiot scared and quiet, and a devilish hard thing to get out of—head away from the string. My dear Kemp, it’s no good your sitting glaring as though I was a murderer. It had to be done. He had his revolver. If once he saw me he would be able to describe me—” “But still,” said Kemp, “in England—to-day. And the man was in his own house, and you were—well, robbing.” “Robbing! Confound it! You’ll call me a thief next!

My guy has 0 empathy and 0 self-awareness

Before I made this mad experiment I had dreamt of a thousand advantages. That afternoon it seemed all disappointment. I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got. Ambition—what is the good of pride of place when you cannot appear there? What is the good of the love of woman when her name must needs be Delilah?

“And it is killing we must do, Kemp.”

Ahhh, a blood-thirsty, impulsive scientist with anger issues

“He is mad,” said Kemp; “inhuman. He is pure selfishness. He thinks of nothing but his own advantage, his own safety. I have listened to such a story this morning of brutal self-seeking. . . . He has wounded men. He will kill them unless we can prevent him.

To those who appreciate the extraordinary irascibility of the Invisible Man, the rest of the encounter will be easy to imagine.

For the first time in his life Kemp discovered that the hill-road was indescribably vast and desolate, and that the beginnings of the town far below at the hill foot were strangely remote. Never had there been a slower or more painful method of progression than running. All the gaunt villas, sleeping in the afternoon sun, looked locked and barred; no doubt they were locked and barred—by his own orders.

Chills

And there it was, on a shabby bed in a tawdry, ill-lighted bedroom, surrounded by a crowd of ignorant and excited people, broken and wounded, betrayed and unpitied, that Griffin, the first of all men to make himself invisible, Griffin, the most gifted physicist the world has ever seen, ended in infinite disaster his strange and terrible career.

And if you would learn more of him you must go to a little inn near Port Stowe and talk to the landlord. The sign of the inn is an empty board save for a hat and boots, and the name is the title of this story. The landlord is a short and corpulent little man with a nose of cylindrical proportions, wiry hair, and a sporadic rosiness of visage. Drink generously, and he will tell you generously of all the things that happened to him after that time, and of how the lawyers tried to do him out of the treasure found upon him.

There has to be an inn somewhere where this is replicated XD

they found they couldn’t prove whose money was which, I’m blessed,”

So, basically, someone can gain things because of other peoples evils (It’s too early in the morning for me to phrase that better)

“Full of secrets,” he says. “Wonderful secrets!” “Once I get the haul of them—Lord!” “I wouldn’t do what he did; I’d just—well!” He pulls at his pipe.

Ahhhh, cynical cycle