Thumbs up for The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. Horror.
This would have been a lot more thrilling if I hadn’t already known the story. Poor RLS, his work suffers from its ubiquity – though there are surely far worse fates. That aside, he has a way with words, and I enjoyed every one.
“No, sir: I had a delicacy,” was the reply. “I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it’s like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back-garden and the family have to change their name. No, sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.”
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