Robert Louis Stevenson

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

put your heart in your ears

That won’t hold wa­ter

that’s talk­ing

make a clean breast

This is bey­ond me,

to the sit­ter’s el­bow

If each, I told my­self, could be housed in sep­ar­ate iden­tit­ies, life would be re­lieved of all that was un­bear­able; the un­just might go his way, de­livered from the as­pir­a­tions and re­morse of his more up­right twin; and the just could walk stead­fastly and se­curely on his up­ward path, do­ing the good things in which he found his pleas­ure, and no longer ex­posed to dis­grace and pen­it­ence by the hands of this ex­traneous evil.

Mr. Ut­ter­son the law­yer was a man of a rugged coun­ten­ance that was never lighted by a smile;

Hence, al­though I had now two char­ac­ters as well as two ap­pear­ances, one was wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Je­kyll