Part 4: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde: Theme Answers

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."Sir,” said the butler, turning to a sort of mottled pallor, "that thing was not my master, and there’s the truth. My master”—here he looked round him and began to whisper—"is a tall, fine build of a man, and this was more of a dwarf.” Utterson attempted to protest. "O, sir,” cried Poole, "do you think I do not know my master after twenty years? Do you think I do not know where his head comes to in the cabinet door, where I saw him every morning of my life? No, sir, that thing in the mask was never Dr. Jekyll—God knows what it was, but it was never Dr. Jekyll; and it is the belief of my heart that there was murder done.”

One theme in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is the message "It is important to trust one’s instincts.”

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."I’ve been afraid for about a week,” returned Poole, doggedly disregarding the question, "and I can bear it no more.”The man’s appearance amply bore out his words; his manner was altered for the worse; and except for the moment when he had first announced his terror, he had not once looked the lawyer in the face. Even now, he sat with the glass of wine untasted on his knee, and his eyes directed to a corner of the floor. "I can bear it no more,” he repeated.

Which is an example of a theme?

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.But the words were hardly uttered, before the smile was struck out of his face and succeeded by an expression of such abject terror and despair, as froze the very blood of the two gentlemen below. They saw it but for a glimpse for the window was instantly thrust down; but that glimpse had been sufficient, and they turned and left the court without a word. In silence, too, they traversed the by-street; and it was not until they had come into a neighbouring thoroughfare, where even upon a Sunday there were still some stirrings of life, that Mr. Utterson at last turned and looked at his companion. They were both pale; and there was an answering horror in their eyes."God forgive us, God forgive us,” said Mr. Utterson.

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."You stay too much indoors,” said the lawyer. "You should be out, whipping up the circulation like Mr. Enfield and me. (This is my cousin—Mr. Enfield—Dr. Jekyll.) Come now; get your hat and take a quick turn with us.”"You are very good,” sighed the other. "I should like to very much; but no, no, no, it is quite impossible; I dare not. But indeed, Utterson, I am very glad to see you; this is really a great pleasure; I would ask you and Mr. Enfield up, but the place is really not fit.”

One theme in The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is the message "Evil can never truly hide itself.”

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.Right in the middle there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor's bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone: and by the crushed phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer."We have come too late,” he said sternly, "whether to save or punish. Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains for us to find the body of your master.”

Read the excerpt from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.The besiegers, appalled by their own riot and the stillness that had succeeded, stood back a little and peered in. There lay the cabinet before their eyes in the quiet lamplight, a good fire glowing and chattering on the hearth, the kettle singing its thin strain, a drawer or two open, papers neatly set forth on the business table, and nearer the fire, the things laid out for tea; the quietest room, you would have said, and, but for the glazed presses full of chemicals, the most commonplace that night in London.Right in the middle there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor's bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone: and by the crushed phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer."We have come too late,” he said sternly, "whether to save or punish. Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains for us to find the body of your master.”

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