The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Summary

       

       Mr. Utterson is a lawyer who is reversed but tolerant. He often remains in communication with people who have lost their reputation. His friend tells him of an incident when a horrible-looking man knocked a little girl over and injured her body. He did not seem to care because two people made him compensate the girl. Utterson‘s friend calls the building as “black mail house.” Next, Utterson has to make out a will for his friend Dr. Henry Jekyll. It is an unusual will because Jekyll wants all his positions to go to a Mr. Hyde that Utterson has never heard at. Utterson asks an old friend of Jekyll’s called Lanyon if he knows Mr. Hyde but he does not. Lanyon says that Jeckll has done some terrible thing in his life. Utterson thinks that the man who injured the little girl is Mr. Hyde. Jekyll’s servants tell Utterson that Hyde comes into Jeckll’s house with his own key and works in the laboratory there. They are told to obey Hyde; and Utterson wants to find out how bad Hyde is.

         In Jekyll‘s will, it is ordered that if Jekyll disappears for longer than three months his estate should be turned over to Hyde. Lawyer Utterson is afraid that Hyde might kill Jekyll for the will, so he visits Jekyll’s house and tries to let Jekyll know that the will is a bad idea but he will carry it out. One night a maidservant of Jekyll looked out of her window and saw Hyde got very angry with a man called Danvers. Hyde hits Danvers with a heavy cane and kills him. Then Utterson, at police station, recognizes the cane as one he gave Jekyll a long time ago. He takes police to Hyde’s house, and they confirm that Hyde is responsible for the murder of Danvers. Next Hyde writes a letter apologizing for the trouble he has caused. Subsequently, a friend of Utterson notices that Hyde’s handwriting is the same as Jekyll’s. So Jekyll stops allowing any visitors to his house. After that, Utterson and a friend saw Jekyll sitting at the window of his house, and a look of terror comes over his face that hides him from sight.

     Jekyll’s servants fear that Jekyll has been murdered and that the killer is still in the house. So they want Utterson to come to find out what is happening. When Utterson gets to the house and calls out Jekyll, he says please leave me alone. Then the servants say that someone in Jekyll’s room has been ordering out for chemicals but when they are delivered, he sends them back saying they are not pure. The orders are written in writing like Jekyll’s but with a slant like Hyde’s. Then Utterson and the servants breakdown the door of Jekyll’s room because they afraid that Hyde is in the room. They hear Jekyll crying out, asking them not to come in, but they burst in and find Hyde dying on the floor. There is no sign of Jekyll’s body. Next, Utterson finds Jekyll’s latest will, and learns that Jekyll left his estate to Utterson. Afterword, Lanyon is ordered to go to Jekyll’s room to get a certain drug, and then return to his own house and wait for a visitor at midnight. At midnight, Hyde shows up while he is very excited. He takes the drug and changes into Jekyll in a terrifying way that haunts Lanyon for the rest of his few days until he dies. At the end, Lanyon writes, before his death, that he cannot tell everything, but that Jekyll and Hyde is the same person.

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A Dangerous Event that faced Me in Childhood

“Saved”

(From the autobiography of Malcolm X as told to Alex Haley)

It was because of my letters that I happened to stumble upon starting to acquire some kind of a homemade education.

    I became increasingly frustrated at not being able to express what i wanted to convey in letters that I wrote, especially those to Mr. Elijah Muhammad. In the street, I had been the most articulate hustler out there – I had commanded attention when I said something. But, now trying to write simple English, I not only wasn’t articulate, I wasn’t even functional. How would I sound writing in slang, the way i would say it, something such as, “Look, daddy, let me pull your coat about a cat, Elijah Muhammad – .”

   Many today hear me somewhere in person , or on television, or those who read something I have said, will think I went to school far beyond the eighth grade. This impression is due entirely to my prison studies.

    It had really begun back in the Charlestown Prison, when Bimbi first made me feel envy of his stock of knowledge. Bimbi had always taken charge of any conversation he was in, and I had tried to emulate him. But every book I picked up had few sentences which didn’t contain anywhere from one to nearly all of the words that might as well have been in Chinese. When I just skipped those words, of course, I really ended up with little idea of what the book said. So I had come to the Norfolk Prison Colony still going through only book-reading motions. Pretty soon, I would have quit even these motions, unless I had received the motivation that I did.

     I saw that the best thing I could do was get hold a dictionary – to study, to learn some words. I was lucky enough to reason also that I should try to improve my penmanship. It was sad.  I couldn’t even write in a straight line. It was both ideas together that moved me to request a dictionary along with some tablets and pencils from the Norfolk Prison Colony school.

    I spent two days just riffling uncertainly through the dictionary’s pages. I’d never realized  so many words existed! I didn’t know which words i needed to learn. Finally, just to start some kind of action, I began copying.

   In my slow, painstaking, ragged handwriting, I copied into my tablet everything printed on that first page, down to the punctuation marks.

   I believe it took me a day. Then, aloud, I read back, to myself, everything I’d written on the tablet. Over and over, aloud, to myself, I read my own handwriting.

   I woke up next morning, thinking about those words – immensely proud to realize that not only had I written so much at one time, but I’d written words that I never knew were in the world. Moreover, with a little effort, I also could remember what many of these words meant. I reviewed the words whose meaning I didn’t remember. Funny thing, from the dictionary first page right now, that “aardvark” springs to my mind. The dictionary had a picture of it, a long-tailed, long-eared, burrowing African mammal, which lives off termites caught by sticking out its tongue as anteater does for ants.

   I was so fascinated that I went on – I copied the dictionary’s next page. and the same experience came when I studied that. With every succeeding page, I also learned of people and places and events from history. Actually the dictionary is like a miniature encyclopedia. Finally the dictionary’s A section had filled a whole tablet – and I went into B’s. That was the way I started copying what eventually became the entire dictionary. It went a lot faster after so much practice helped me to pick up handwriting speed. Between what I wrote in my tablet, and writing letters, during the rest of my time in prison I would guess I wrote a million words.

  I supposed it was inevitable that as my word-base broadened, I could for the first time peck up a book and read and now begin to understand what the book was saying. Anyone who has read a great deal can imagine the new world that opened. Let me tell you something: from then until I left that prison, in every free moment I had, if I was not reading in the library, I was reading on my bunk. You couldn’t have gotten me out of books with a wedge. Between Mr. Muhammad’s teachings, my correspondence, my visitors – usually Ella and Reginald – and my reading of books, months passed without my even thinking about being imprisoned. In fact up to then, I never had been so truly free in my life.

  The Norfolk Prison Colony’s library was in the school building. A variety of classes was taught there by instructors who came from such places as Harvard and Boston universities. The weekly debates between inmate teams were also held in the school building. You would be astonished to know how worked up convict debaters and audiences would get over subjects like “Should Babies Be fed Milk?”

   Available on the prison library’s shelves were books just about every general subject. Much of the big private collection that Parkhurst had willed to the prison was still in crates and boxes in the back of the library – thousands of old books. Some of them looked ancient: covers faded, old-time parchment-looking binding. Parkhurst, I’ve mentioned, seemed to have been principally interested in history and religion. He had the money and the special interest to have a lot of books that you wouldn’t have in general circulation. Any college library would have been lucky to get that collection.

  As you can imagine, especially in prison where there was heavy emphasis on rehabilitation, an inmate was smiled upon if he demonstrated an unusually intense interest in books. There was a sizable number of well-read inmates, especially the popular debaters. Some were said by many to be practically walking encyclopedias. They were almost celebrities. No university would ask nay student to devour literature as I did when this new world opened to me, of being able to read and understand.

  I read more in my room than in the library itself. An inmate who was known to read a lot could check out more than the permitted maximum number of books. I preferred reading in the total isolation of my own room.

When I had progressed to really serious reading, every night at about ten P.M. I would be outraged with the “lights out.” It always seemed to catch me right in the middle of something engrossing.

   Fortunately, right outside my door was a corridor light that cast a glow into my room. The glow was enough to read by, once my eyes adjusted to it. So when “lights out” came, I would sit on the floor where I could continue reading in that glow.

   At one-hour intervals the night guards paced past  every room. Each time I heard the approaching footsteps, I jumped into bed and feigned sleep. And as soon as the guard passed, I got back out of bed onto the floor area of that light-glow, where I would read for another fifty-eight minutes – until the guard approached again. That went on until three or four every morning. Three or four hours of sleep a night was enough for me. Often in the years in the streets I had slept less than that …

   I have often reflected upon the new vistas that reading opened to me. I knew right there in prison that reading had changed forever the course of my life. As I see today, the ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive. I certainly wasn’t seeking any degree, the way a college confers a status symbol upon its students. My homemade education gave me, with every additional book that i read, a little bit more sensitivity to the deafness, dumbness, and blindness that was afflicting the black race in America. Not long ago, an English writer telephoned me from London, asking questions, One was, “What’s your alma mater?” I told him, “Books.” You will never catch me with a free fifteen minutes in which I’m not studding something I feel might be able to help the black man.

 One of the first things I think young people, especially nowadays, should learn how to do is: see for yourself and listen for yourself and think for yourself. Then you can come to an intelligent decision for yourself.

But if you form the habit of going by what you hear others say about someone, or going by what others think about someone, instead of going and searching that thing out for yourself and seeing for yourself, you will be walking west when you think you’re going east, and you will be walking east when you think you’re going west. So this generation, especially of our people, have a burden upon themselves, more so than at any other time in history. The most important thing we can learn how to do today is think for ourselves.

It’s good to keep wide-open ears and listen to what everybody else has to say, but when you come to make a decision, you have to weigh all of what you’ve heard on its own, and place it where it belongs, and then come to a decision for yourself; and you’ll never regret it. But if you form the habit of taking what someone else says about a thing without checking it out for yourself, you’ll find that other people will have you hating your own friends and loving your enemies. This is one of the things that our people are beginning to learn today, that it is very important to think out a situation for yourself. If you don’t do it, then you’ll always be maneuvered into actually—You’ll never fight your enemies, but you will find yourself fighting your own self.

Whenever you think you are going to occupy a position of responsibility in the future, one of the best areas in which you can train yourself, is never to accept images that have been created for you by someone else. It is always better to form the habit of learning how to see things for yourself, listen to things for yourself, and think for yourself: then you are in better position to judge for yourself.

We are living in a time when image-making has become a science. Someone can create a certain image and then use that image to twist your mind and lead you right up a blind path.

Concerning my own personal self, whose image they projected in their own light. I am against any form of racism. I’ll fight against racism, no matter where it is. I don’t believe in fighting against racism nonviolently. I know that you are against racism too. We are all against racism. The only difference between you and me is that you want to fight racism and racists nonviolently and lovingly, and I’ll fight them the way they fight me – whatever weapon they use, that’s the weapon I’ll use against them. … I am for peace and I am against violence, but I am not against using it to protect our people from the violence that they are the victims of in this country or any where else on this earth.

… So I just take time to mention that because it is very dangerous for you and me to form the habit of believing anything completely about anyone or any situation when we only have the press as our source of information. It is always better, if you don’t want to be completely in the dark, to read (about) it. But don’t come to a conclusion until you have an opportunity to do some personal, firsthand investigation for yourself.

If you ever are going to hold a position of leadership along with which goes a great deal of responsibility, my advice to you would be just that; to be very careful about letting others create images for you. Always examine for yourself.

… If the press is able to project someone in the image of an extremist, no matter what that person says or does from then on, it’s considered by the public as an act of extremism – no matter how good it is, because it’s done by this person, who has been projected as an extremist, no matter what it is, or how good it is, or how positive it is, how constructive it is. The people, who have been misled by the press, have a mental bloc. And the press knows this. If the press can project someone as subversive or a group as subversive, no matter what that group does, it is looked upon as subversive. They can run and save someone from drowning in the middle of the Hudson (River), but still the act is looked upon with suspicion, because the press has been used to create suspicion towards that certain image. If a person is projected by the press in an image of irresponsibility, then no matter how responsible that person’s action may be, the people look upon that act as an irresponsible act.

I point these things out especially for you and me, those of us who are trying to come from behind, and not get ahead, but at least get even. If we aren’t aware, we’ll find that all these modern methods of trickery that they have perfected to a science will be used (against us), and we will be maneuvered into thinking that we are getting freedom or making progress, when actually we will be going backwards.

Likewise, if they can project someone in a violent image or someone who goes for violence, and you accept that image, then whatever that person becomes involved in, as far as you are concerned, he believes in violence. He can save a baby from the path of a car, but you don’t see someone saving the baby, you see someone who believes in violence. These methods have been used very skillfully by the power structure, the national as well as the international power structure. One of things that you and I as an oppressed people should be on guard against is as I said to be very careful about letting anyone paint our images for us.

The world press as well as the American press can make the victim of a crime look like the criminal and make the criminal himself look like he’s the victim. You don’t think that this is possible for someone to do that to your mind.

… So all I say and I only use this (example of Congo) to show the importance of you and me learning to think for ourselves, and especially think beyond what we read in the press. Someone can take a newspaper and make you walk backward and you swear you’re walking forward. They can say in the headline that the sun is out, and you walk around out there in the rain without an umbrella, soaked, and it won’t make you wet, because the paper said that the sun is out. They give an angelic image to a devil, the give a humanitarian image to a murderer, they make the victim look like the criminal and the criminal look like the victim. So, my advice to you is, if any of you at any time think that you ever be placed in a position of responsibility, you owe it to others as well as to yourself … careful about letting others make your mind up for you. You have to learn how to see for yourself, hear for yourself and think for yourself and then judge for yourself.
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“Student Editorial” essay written by Steven Musil

Summery

 

The essay is about a letter that the author Steven Musil wrote after a man called Tony murdered Dennis. Dennis was Steven’s best friend, and both of them were co-workers at Chili’s restaurant when the tragic incident happened. One night  the killer, Tony, entered the restaurant and shot Dennis one time in the back, and twice in the face after he fell down on the grown. Then autopsy came to investigate the murder incident and concluded that Tony, the murderer, used a .22-caliber rifle to kill the victim. Tony gave evidence that he was unconscious and reverie when he committed the evil crime. He was convicted and sentenced to life in prison without parole after a jury found him guilty of murdering Dennis. However, the jury’s verdict of sentencing Tony to life in prison did not convince many of Denni’s friends who wished for capital punishment for denni’s murderer. But, when the jury concluded its investigation and punished Tony to a prison term instead of the death penalty, some people including the author, Steven, begin to rethink their opposition of capital punishment and started to support it. The author also writes about the promise that the Denni’s friends as well as Steven pledged to visit every year the place where Dennis was murdered in remembrance of him. Overall, I think the essay highlights the danger of carrying arms in public places especially in places near the school campuses such as restaurants. As the author asserts, the threat exposes danger to students; as a result, government should constrict and curb the laws of obtaining a gun.

“The Community of men” essay by Robert Bly

Summary

The opening paragraphs of the essay titled “The Community of Men” which is a selection taken from the book “Iron John: A Book about Men” by the author Robert Bly, introduce how today’s young men bewildered about their gender role and confused what a man is or could be. He argues that the images of adult manhood such as ‘Finding the Wild Man under the lake water’, ‘Picking up a golden feather fallen from the burning of the Firebird’, and those old myths of Zeus energy as well as King Arthur’s mentor of young men are outdated and antiquated by the popular culture. Since the popular culture unremittingly declares those images does not exist. Though the author asserts the men’s dark side as undeniable because of their selfish utilization of earth’s resources, humiliation of women, and their passion of tribal warfare, he claims the men’s genetic inheritance together with the environment and culture contributes their obsessions.

The author lays out two examples of old American Men whom their qualities remained stable over decades but today’s men have shifted and changed. The Saturnian old-minded farmer that arrived in New England 1630 who was proud of his introversion and the motherboard Cavalier that developed in the south. The author takes as an example of “Fifties male” and “Sixties male” to show how the model of manhood has changed dramatically over period. During fifties, an American character appeared that shaped the model of manhood and influenced many men. A character that supposed men to like football, stick up for the United States, wake up early to work and support family, and being aggressive. Those characteristics of men were strong and positive but as the author states those qualities lacked the receptive or intimate space.

Because of the Vietnam War and the feminist movement, another sort of men appeared in sixties. They started to reevaluate the characteristics of fifties male and began to examine women’s history and sensibility that encouraged men to look at women and pay attention to their sufferings and concerns. Though, the process of ‘feminine’ consciousness is going on to this day with the help of present-day’s men involvement, its drawbacks is clear; men are becoming so ‘soft’. They are not as much thoughtful and gentle as the male in the past. In addition, they are not happy since they lack of energy as a result, the author says, “They are life-preserving but not exactly life-giving.” Overall, I think the account encourages young men to examine themselves to overcome the disorientation and confusion caused by the reexamination of gender role.

“An American Childhood” essay by Annie Dillard

Summary

  The story is about a troubling event that the author, Annie Dillard, faced when she was a child. She was seven years old when the event took place in a cold weekday winter morning after Christmas. At that morning a six inch of snow had fallen and she was with her friends, Billy, Chickie, as well as Mackie. Also Fahey Boys, Peter and Mikey whom she described as courteous blond boys were there too. They were all standing in snow on a front yard on trafficked Reynolds Street to throw snowballs at cars passing through the road, but as the author asserted she encountered trouble for doing that childlike feat and has rarely been more contented for well-being since. The boys and Annie Dillard used to squeeze the snowballs that they were preparing to throw at passing cars, to make the snowballs perfectly spherical.

However, when a car, which was moving slowly because of the snowy road, appeared, they all flung the iceballs at once at the car before they went back to the inborn solitude of children. As Annie just began making the iceball, a black Buick came from afar heading to where she and her friends were standing up to snowball at passing cars. As soon as the black Buick approached to them, they scattered, took the snowballs, and at once threw it to the Buick. The black Buick driver pulled over and then opened the door after one soft iceball hit his car’s windshield right which made a shattered star in the middle. The driver chased the children before he followed Annie and Mikey insistently in the neighborhood backyards, Lloyd Street as well as Halls’ front yard.

After relentless chase of ten blocks, the stranger man caught them. Then he released, and talked to them beginning his speech with the phrase “You stupid kids” to trim down his anger as he offered the usual adult advice of common sense. At the end Annie Dillard acknowledges that she was terrified by the chase of the stranger man, at whom they had snowballed who only wanted for the chase to alter her and her friends’ terrible deeds of throwing snowballs at passing cars.