The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

by Robert Louis Stevenson

incline to Cain’s heresy,” he used to say quaintly: “I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.”

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

O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan’s signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.”

with a pale moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her, and a flying wrack of the most diaphanous and lawny

my impatience has shown its heels to my politeness.

I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my second and worse.

that I chose the better part and was found wanting in the strength to keep to it.

counting the minutes that still divided him from midnight.

I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self.