Megan Kochanuk

Henry Jekyll's (Somewhat) Full Statement of the Case

I was born in the year 18-- to a fortune as grand as I am, wanting for nothing and praised by all. To be frank, there are few (if any) who match my prowess in entertaining and scientific knowledge; certainly there are few who may boast a more pleasing visage. Yet despite my obvious charms, there was this unremitting, vexing feeling that I could not yet name. Thus, one brisk afternoon, as I sat exhausted in my study after being forced to scream myself hoarse at the chambermaid (the ugly little thing had had the gall to ask for an advance on her wages), a thought struck me. Is there not a war waging within my breast? It seemed to me impossible that as pure a gentleman as myself harbored any malevolence, yet I was determined to push out even the smallest chip. I devised a plan to create a tonic to draw out this evil, thinking of all the good it would do myself (and of course humanity).