"He'd in his haun a wechty cane, wi which he wis ficherin; bit he spakk
niver a wird, an seemed tae lippen wi an ill grippit-in roose. An syne
aa o a suddenty he brakk oot in a muckle flame o fury, stampin wi his
fit, furlin the cane, an cairryin on (as the maidie telt it) like a gyte
body. The auld cheil tuik a step back, wi the luik o ane verra much
bumbazed an a bittickie hurt; an at thon Mr Hyde brakk ooto aa bouns an
cloored him tae the yird. An neist meenit, wi ape-like roose, he wis
trampin his victim unner fit an dingin doon a heeze o dunts, unner which
the banes wir loodly brukken an the corp lowpit on the roadwey."
A horrifeein tale o fleg that'll bumbaze an dumfouner its readers. Haud
awa frae the licht settins o't that ye've seen in films an gaither yer
virr tae gyang intae the psychological grue o Jekyll and Hyde. It's in
Lunnon that the buik is supposedly set, bit ilkie page is drookit in the
oorie air o Embro--far Robert Louis Stevenson wis born. Is't a Freudian
fable, a morality parable, or a sexual allegory? Its up tae yersel tae
decide.. ----
"He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he
answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained
impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of
anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as
the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step
back, with the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at
that Mr Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And
next moment, with ape-like fury, he was trampling his victim under foot
and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the bones were audibly
shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway."
A horrifying tale of terror that will bewilder and amaze its readers.
Forget the light renditions of it that you have seen in films and gather
your courage to venture into the psychological terror of Jekyll and
Hyde. It is in London England that the novel is supposedly set, but
every page is drenched in the mysterious atmosphere of Edinburgh-where
Robert Louis Stevenson was born. Is it a Freudian fable, a morality
parable or a sexual allegory? Its up to you to decide.
