“This, then, is the last time, short of a miracle, that Henry Jekyll can think his own thoughts or see his own face (now how sadly altered!) in the glass” (Stevenson 106).

I feel that the time has finally come for me. I composed a letter to explain everything, and it is now unto sickness that I must  wait where never again will I return to my original state as Henry Jekyll. I suppose that all along I knew that my act of literally leading a double life was too good to be true and that it had to come to an end, like most good things, though, this proved itself to be the opposite of a good thing.

In Edward Hyde’s defense, all of this was my fault. If I had not have been tampering with unstable chemicals, I never would have discovered this life as Edward Hyde and nobody would have been harmed by a person such as Hyde. I apologize to my dear friends who stayed with me throughout my entire journey as Jekyll and Hyde, just wanting to help me through these difficult times. Now, these difficult times are over, for I am ending them now.

“Here, then, as I lay down my pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end” (Stevenson 107).

“Think of it: I did not even exist! Let me but escape into my laboratory door; give me but a second or two to mix and swallow the draught that I had always standing ready; and, whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass away like the stain of breath upon a mirror, and there in his stead, quietly at home trimming the midnight lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Dr. Henry Jekyll” (Stevenson 89).

The images I have witnessed through mine own eyes at scenes Mr. Hyde painted make me sick and I regret everything I have ever done. But, even so, I cannot simply stop. I would admit myself into a rehabilitation center for this if such a thing existed. Sure, they have them for split personalities, but not in the literal sense such as my case is. I cannot just quit. I am addicted to Mr. Hyde, and I am afraid to say that he might just be taking over completely. The little appearances he has made in the past without aid from the potion are occurring more regularly now. Soon, my body will be taken over entirely by none other than my own creation, Edward Hyde.

I went to bed as myself, Dr. Henry Jekyll. When I woke up to the new day, I was in the body of Mr. Edward Hyde. There was no need for me to swallow the potion. I already was what for months I had had to drink a potion to be. The change was automatic and this immediately made me panic.

“At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed into something exquisitely thin and icy. Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde” (Stevenson 92).

The end is rather frightening though, I must admit. I do not much fancy the thought of becoming my worse half forever…

Hailey Glassman on Jon Gosselin: “He’s Like Jekyll and Hyde”

Jon Gosselin‘s girlfriend accuses him of emotionally abusing her and lying to her family in an interview with The Insider.

In a two-part interview airing on the syndicated entertainment news show Thursday and Friday, 22-year-old Hailey Glassman talks about her relationship with Gosselin and says she doesn’t know why she still loves him.

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“He’ll call me and take his anger out on me. He has ‘mantrums,’” Glassman says. “I shouldn’t have to put up with being emotionally abused. I cry and say, ‘Why are you so mean to me?’”

On top of the emotional abuse, Glassman says Gosselin “has trouble with the truth” and has lied to her family in the past. “He will dance and dance around his lies,” Glassman says. “He’s like Jekyll and Hyde. But I still love him.”

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She goes on to say that Gosselin has divided her and her family, through whom she met the Jon & Kate Plus 8 star. Despite everything, their relationship has remained intact. “I don’t want to leave him all alone. At the end of the day, I love him but I dislike him at times,” Glassman says. “When I love someone I would never hurt them.”

Glassman has remained committed to the relationship but also takes aim at her negative public persona stemming from intense media scrutiny. “I met Jon in a bubble. I’d never seen the show,” Glassman says. “People judge me before they meet me. I get threats everyday. I get called a home wrecker and a fat whore. People will stare or point. It gets worse every day.”

“The most racking pangs succeeded: a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness” (Stevenson 84).

It is not unlike this (4:35):

“‘He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him’” (Stevenson 9-10).

I would say that that quote about describes Mr. Hyde as well as Gregory Goyle. All excepting the “extraordinary man” part on Goyle. That does not apply to him. Is it possible that J.K. Rowling stole her idea for Polyjuice Potion from my story and me?

A friend of mine (possibly the dearest of all) by the name of Utterson has become increasingly concerned with my welfare recently. He has reason to be alarmed, I know, but I could not help but feel anger rushing to my temples. I am quite sure I hid my frustration and anger successfully, but even so, it may have been detected. Utterson is a sharp man and I have always respected him. He interrogated me on a sore subject: my “friend” Mr. Hyde. I could not tell him the truth, so this is what I said:

“My good Utterson, this is very good of you; this is downright good of you, and I cannot find words to thank you in. I believe you fully; I would trust you before any man alive-ay, before myself, if I could make the choice; but indeed it isn’t what you fancy; it is not so bad as that; and just to put your good heart at rest, I will tell you one thing: the moment I choose, I can be rid of Mr. Hyde. I give you my hand upon that; and I thank you again and again; and I want to add one little word, Utterson, that I’m sure you’ll take in good part: this is a private matter, and I beg of you to let it sleep” (Stevenson 26).

I was touched by his concern, truly I was, and he did not appear taken aback in the least, which I was pleased to see. I was determined to put my foot down – in a nice way – and I believe that I did just that. Someday I will tell him about Mr. Hyde.

The planned cuisine and table design?

Poole has been given specific directions to orchestrate all of the maids not working tonight and arrange for the table to be decorated accordingly. In the end, it will look like this (even in this modern world, I like to stay traditional):

I am having my main chef prepare a menu that will ensure my dear friends I am still the same old Dr. Harry Jekyll they’ve known nearly all their lives. It will be served a la Russe, for we should fancy to discuss matters without being interrupted, I am sure.

• First Course: Raw oysters
• Second Course: A choice of either Vermicelli or Turtle Soup
• Third Course: Venison
• Fourth Course: Salad with crusty bread and butter
• Dessert: Bon bons

After dessert, I am encouraging the men to gather in the parlour for tea or coffee. I am trying my best to put forth a false front to fool my dear friends. We shall see how tonight goes.