"Quī in suā manū quoddam baculum ponderō-sum tenēbat quod ille vibrābat; nūllīs verbīs respondit, et auscultāns continēbat suam impatientiam. Incēnsus magnā īrā, ille subitō humum imprimēbat, suum baculum dēprōmē-bat, et sē ipsum gerēbat (ut ancilla nārrāvit) sīcut quīdam īnsānus homō. Senex dominus eō discessit quī erat paulum dēprehēnsus et laesus. Dominus Hyde deinde sua frēna frēgit et eum hominem in humum verberāvit. Ille calcāvit suam victimam, tamquam quaedam īrāta sīmia, et excruciāvit eam verberibus quibus ossa erant apertē frācta et corpus saliēbat in viam." --- Horrifica novella terrōris quae potest cōnfundere et obstupifacere suōs lēctōrēs. Dēdiscās eās leviculās versiōnēs dēpictās pelliculīs, et cōnferās tuum animum ut ingrediāris in hunc psychologicum terrōrem Jekyll et Hyde. Haec novella est cōnstitūta Londīniī, sed omnēs pāginae sunt imbūtae scaenā mystēriā Edinburgī ubi Robertus Lūdovīcus Stephenson erat nātus. Estne fābula Freudiāna, mōrālis parabola, an allēgoria sexuālis? Dēcernendum est tibi. ---- "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.