Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The hatred of Hyde for Jekyll was of a different order. His terror of the gallows drove him continually to commit temporary suicide, and return to his subordinate station of a part instead of a person;

But his love of life is wonderful; I go further:

I am now persuaded that my first supply was impure, and that it was that unknown impurity which lent efficacy to the draught.

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.

I am careless; this is my true hour of death, and what is to follow concerns another than myself. Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.