In this blog post, I will be analyzing, by means of comparing and contrasting, how Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll are portrayed. This will be done by looking into a section from chapter 1 ("He is not easy to describe...I really can name nothing out of the way") and a section from chapter 3 ("To this rule...This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop").
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In chapter 1, Mr. Hyde is described as someone 'not easy to describe'. Mr. Enfield and Mr. Utterson were having a conversation with one another while walking one day. Mr. Utterson is listening to a story Mr. Enfield is telling him about a man named Mr. Hyde. Well... I don't know if 'telling' is the right word to use. Mr. Enfield seemed to be at a loss for words when it comes to explaining the personality of Mr. Hyde to Mr. Utterson. This section shows that Mr. Hyde is such an awful person that it is almost indescribable. It also seems like Mr. Hyde is so horrible that it almost encapsulates a person when they speak of him. Mr. Enfield stated, "He's an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way." My take of this is that the tone drastically shifts as Enfield continues to describe Hyde, almost as if he began to get sort of scared of him. Hyde's appearance was also bashed and described as "deformed". This excerpt from chapter 1 basically portrays Mr. Hyde as an indescribable monster.
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The poem I wrote is about each Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll but how each one thinks when he is in his 'form'. As the poem progresses, similar to when the book progressed, you will begin to see the realization in both characters that this cannot go on for much longer. This will also show the idea of appearance vs reality and will also touch on the concept of duality of men. Lines spoken from Mr. Hyde will be underlined, lines from Jekyll will be bolded and lines that they shared will be in italics.
Not Fit for Two
I am a doctor
I am a killer
I am respected
I am hated
But I have yearnings
These cannot be seen
They are shown without thought
Public opinion is always about
Who even is public?
Saving lives is my passion
Hurting souls is my obsession
It has all gone wrong
Wrong is the new right
This has to stop
I kill people without a fright
What have I become?
*This poem was literally the worst thing I have ever written so I apologize to anyone who reads this. I am really tired and this sounded so much better in my head:(*








