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Significance of the Study

Introduction

Python was created by Guido van Rossum and first released on February 20, 1991. While the word “python” might bring to mind a large snake, the language’s name actually comes from the classic BBC comedy series Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

What makes Python unique is that it began as the vision and work of a single person. Unlike most languages born in big tech companies, Python was created by Guido – driven by a simple goal: to make programming more intuitive and enjoyable.

From that idea, a global community has grown. Thousands of developers, educators, scientists, and enthusiasts continue to shape Python, expanding its reach into AI, data science, education, and beyond.

Even though Python has many of the features of Lisp, it is instructive to look at the original Lisp evaluation mechanism. At the heart of the Lisp language is a recursive interplay between the evaluation of expressions and application of functions. If you look at the code, there is an apply() function, and an eval() function. The interplay of these two functions results in a very elegant piece of code.

Common Lisp: there are similar patterns than in Python, but we can escape them. We can use macros, be concise and do what we want. We can have the decorator syntax with the cl-annot library, and any other by writing our reader macros (they can bring triply-quoted docstrings, string interpolation, infix notation, C syntax…). It’s not only macros though. The polymorphism of the object system (or generic dispatch) helps, and Lisp’s “moldability” in a whole allows us to refactor code exactly how we want, to build a “Domain Specific Language” to express what we want. Other language features than macros help here, like closures or multiple values (which are different, and safer for refactoring, than returning a tuple).

            Chapter 1: LISP Searches vs Python Searches

LISP Searches

A collection (in other words, a list) of assertions is called a database. Given a database , we can write functions to answer questions such as, “What color is block B2?” or “What blocks support block B1?”

To answer these questions, we will use a function called a pattern matcher to search the database for us. For example, to find out the color of block B2, we use the pattern (B2 COLOR?).

> (fetch’(b2 color ?))

 ((B2 COLOR RED))

To find which blocks support B1, we use the pattern (? SUPPORTS B1):

> (fetch'(? supports b1))

 ((B2 SUPPORTS B1) (B3 SUPPORTS B1))

FETCH returns those assertions from the database that match a given pattern. It should be apparent from the preceding examples that a pattern is a triple, like an assertion, with some of its elements replaced by question marks.

Structures are programmer-defined Lisp objects with an arbitrary number of named components. Structure types automatically become part of the Lisp type hierarchy. The DEFSTRUCT macro defines new structures and specifies the names and default values of their components.

 For example, we can define a structure called STARSHIP like this:

 (defstruct starship (name nil) (speed 0)

(condition ‘green) (shields ‘down))

https://www.cs.cmu.edu/~dst/LispBook/lisp-book-figures.pdf

This DEFSTRUCT form defines a new type of object called a STARSHIP whose components are called NAME, SPEED, CONDITION, and SHIELDS. STARSHIP becomes part of the system type hierarchy and can be referenced by such functions as TYPEP and TYPE-OF.

To introduce graph search programming in Lisp, we next represent and solve the farmer, wolf, goat, and cabbage problem: A farmer with his wolf, goat, and cabbage come to the edge of a river they wish to cross. There is a boat at the river’s edge, but, of course, only the farmer can row it. The boat also can carry only two things (including the rower) at a time. If the wolf is ever left alone with the goat, the wolf will eat the goat; similarly, if the goat is left alone with the cabbage, the goat will eat the cabbage. Devise a sequence of crossings of the river so that all four characters arrive safely on the other side of the river.

 The Lisp version searches the same space and has structural similarities to the Prolog solution; however, it differs in ways that reflect Lisp’s imperative/functional orientation. The Lisp solution searches the state space in a depth-first fashion using a list of visited states to avoid loops. The heart of the program is a set of functions that define states of the world as an abstract data type. These functions hide the internals of state representation from higher-level components of the program. States are represented as lists of four elements, where each element denotes the location of the farmer, wolf, goat, or cabbage, respectively.

Thus, (e w e w) represents the state in which the farmer (the first element) and the goat (the third element) are on the east bank and the wolf and cabbage are on the west. The basic functions defining the state data type will be a constructor, make-state, which takes as arguments the locations of the farmer, wolf, goat, and cabbage and returns a state, and four access functions, farmer-side, wolf-side, goatside, and cabbage-side, which take a state and return the location of an individual. These functions are defined:

(defun make-state (f w g c) (list f w g c))

(defun farmer-side (state) (nth 0 state))

(defun wolf-side (state) (nth 1 state))

 (defun goat-side (state) (nth 2 state))

 (defun cabbage-side (state) (nth 3 state))

The rest of the program is built on these state access and construction functions. In particular, they are used to implement the four possible actions the farmer may take: rowing across the river alone or with either of the wolf, goat, or cabbage. Each move uses the access functions to tear a state apart into its components. A function called opposite (to be defined shortly) determines the new location of the individuals that cross the river, and make-state reassembles

these into the new state.

 For example, the function farmer-takes-self may be defined:

(defun farmer-takes-self (state)

 (make-state (opposite (farmer-side state))

 (wolf-side state)

(goat-side state)

 (cabbage-side state)))

Note that farmer-takes-self returns the new state, regardless of whether it is safe or not. A state is unsafe if the farmer has left the goat alone with the cabbage or left the wolf alone with the goat. The program must find a solution path that does not contain any unsafe states. Although this “safe” check may be done at a number of different stages in the execution of the program, our approach is to perform it in the move functions. This is implemented by using a function called safe, which we also define shortly. safe has the following behavior:

> (safe ‘(w w w w)) ;safe state, return unchanged (w w w w) > (safe ‘(e w w e)) ;wolf eats goat, return nil nil > (safe ‘(w w e e)) ;

Python Linear Search

Searching is when we find something in a data structure. We frequently search for strings in things like web pages, PDFs, documents, etc., but we can also search through other data structures, like lists, dictionaries, etc. Depending on how our data is organized, we can search in different ways. For unorganized data, we usually have to do a linear search, which is the first type of search we will discuss. If our data is organized in some way, we can do more efficient searches. If our data is in a strict order, we can perform a binary search, which is the second type of search we will look at.:

 Linear Searching Lecture 10: Linear Searching The most straightforward type of search is the linear search. We traverse the data structure (e.g., a string’s characters, or a list) until we find the result. How would we do a linear search on a list, like this? Let’s say we are searching for 15

. lst = [12, 4, 9, 18, 53, 82, 15, 99, 98, 14, 11]

The most straightforward type of search is the linear search. We traverse the data structure (e.g., a string’s characters, or a list) until we find the result. How would we do a linear search on a list, like this? Let’s say we are searching for 15.

: Linear Searching lst = [12, 4, 9, 18, 53, 82, 15, 99, 98, 14, 11]

def linear_search(lst, value_to_find):

“”” Perform a linear search to find a value in the list :

param lst: a list :param value_to_find: the value we want to find

:return:

the index of the found element, or -1

 if the element does not exist in the list

 >>> linear_search([12, 4, 9, 18, 53, 82, 15, 99, 98, 14, 11], 15) 6

>>> linear_search([12, 4, 9, 18, 53, 82, 15, 99, 98, 14, 11], 42) -1

“”” for i, value in enumerate(lst):

if value == value_to_find:

 return i return –

Python’s  Linear Search

Linear Search What is a Linear Search? Linear search is a method of finding elements within a list. It is also called a sequential search. It is the simplest searching algorithm because it searches the desired element in a sequential manner. It compares each and every element with the value that we are searching for. If both are matched, the element is found, and the algorithm returns the key’s index position. Concept of Linear Search Let’s understand the following steps to find the element key = 7 in the given list.

Step – 1: Start the search from the first element and Check key = 7 with each element of list x.

Linear Search Algorithm There is list of n elements and key value to be searched. Below is the linear search algorithm.

 1. LinearSearch(list, key)

2. for each item in the list

3. if item == value

4. return its index position

 5. return -1

Python Program Let’s understand the following Python implementation of the linear search algorithm.

Program 1.

def linear_

Search(list1, n, key): 2.

 3. # Searching list1 sequentially

 4. for i in range(0, n):

 5. if (list1[i] == key):

6. return i

7. return -1

8.

9.

10. list1 = [1 ,3, 5, 4, 7, 9]

11. key = 7

12.

13. n = len(list1)

14. res = linear_Search(list1, n, key)

 15. if(res == -1):

16. print(“Element not found”)

17. else:

18. print(“Element found at index: “, res)

 Output: Element found at index:

Explanation: In the above code, we have created a function linear_Search(), which takes three arguments – list1, length of the list, and number to search. We defined for loop and iterate each element and compare to the key value. If element is found, return the index else return -1 which means element is not present in the list.

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Literature Review

Chapter 4:

Introduction

A foundational point of scholarly consensus regarding the Book of Enoch is its pseudepigraphal nature. The work is attributed to the biblical patriarch Enoch, the great-grandfather of Noah, but it was not written by him.² The historical Enoch lived in the antediluvian period (Genesis 5:21-24), thousands of years before these texts were composed. The attribution of authorship to a revered ancient figure was a common literary convention in antiquity, employed not necessarily to deceive but to lend authority and prestige to a text by connecting it to a foundational figure from the past.¹¹

Modern scholarship universally agrees that 1 Enoch is a composite work, a library of texts penned by multiple anonymous Jewish authors over a long period.² This process of composition and redaction spanned several centuries, with the earliest sections, such as the Astronomical Book and the Book of the Watchers, dating to the 3rd century BCE or even earlier.² Other parts were added over time, with the Book of Parables widely considered the latest section, likely composed in the late 1st century BCE or the 1st century CE.⁴ The original language of these texts was Semitic; the oldest parts were almost written in Aramaic, with some portions possibly in Hebrew.⁴ These original texts were later translated into Greek, and it is from a Greek version that the complete Ethiopic (Ge’ez) translation—the only full version to survive—was made.⁴

For centuries, the study of Enoch in the West relied on this Ethiopic version, which was “rediscovered” and brought to Europe by the Scottish traveler James Bruce in 1773.⁴ But the academic understanding of the book was revolutionized in the mid-20th century with the discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls. Among the texts found in the caves at Qumran were numerous fragments of 1 Enoch written in its original Aramaic.²

The significance of this discovery cannot be overstated. These fragments, which were scientifically dated as far back as the 3rd century BCE, provided incontrovertible physical evidence of the book’s great antiquity and its pre-Christian origins.² This definitively put to rest any lingering speculation that the book might have been a later Christian creation and firmly established it as a product of Second Temple Judaism.¹⁸ The presence of these scrolls at Qumran demonstrates that 1 Enoch was known, read, and valued by sectarian Jewish communities like the Essenes long before the time of Christ. Intriguingly, fragments from every major section of 1 Enoch were found except for the Book of Parables.⁴ This absence has fueled a long-standing and vigorous scholarly debate regarding the date, provenance, and circulation of that particular section.¹⁹

Before the discovery at Qumran, the influence of Enoch on the New Testament was a matter of literary conjecture based on the later Ethiopic text. The Dead Sea Scrolls, But act as a historical and textual bridge, transforming the nature of this inquiry. They provide concrete, datable proof that Aramaic versions of Enochic literature were circulating in Judea centuries before the birth of Jesus and the apostles. This physical evidence makes the connection undeniable. The question is no longer if the New Testament authors could have known these traditions, but rather how they engaged with a body of literature that was demonstrably part of their immediate religious and cultural landscape. The scrolls ground the Book of Enoch firmly in the soil from which early Christianity grew, making the study of its influence not merely a literary exercise but a historical necessity for understanding the intellectual and theological world of the New Testament.

An Academic Exploration of the Book of Enoch: Content, Influence, and Canonical Status – Nicene Journal For Christian Theology

Content of the Problem:

The Book of Enoch was never considered authentic by the Jewish rabbis, and it was never included in the Hebrew Scriptures’ canon. There are twenty Book of Enoch manuscripts in the Dead Sea Scrolls, but all are in Aramaic, not Hebrew. Thus, they are not part of the Hebrew Old Testament. We have far less early manuscripts for the Book of Enoch than we do for the recognized canon. For comparison, we have a thousand manuscripts for each of the four Gospels, 500 for the book of Acts and the Epistles and several hundred for the book of Revelation. This indicates Enoch was not as acclaimed as the books deemed to be inspired. Throughout the Gospel Age, it was never up for consideration to be part of the Bible, including in the Catholic or Greek Orthodox Bibles.

Jude’s epistle was included in Scripture because Jude himself was considered a reliable apostolic source, but there were many epistles in circulation as the church developed, and many gospels. There were many apocalyptic books as well, and there were many histories, including the Acts of Peter which was not canonized due to its wild theological nature. And yet, to this day, it remains the earliest historical mention of Peter being crucified upside down, a legend that still perpetuates within Christianity. The Maccabees are also absent from Protestant Bibles, but that does not mean they lack value as to historical authenticity.

This is why Jude quotes the Book of Enoch in his epistle. He is addressing an argument using documentation that had historical relevance to the Jews of that time – the Book of Enoch. But just because the Bible references histories and philosophical arguments that were popular at the time, doesn’t mean that the writings of Philo of Alexandria should be canonized. This also doesn’t mean Philo’s works are without value. Or that reading Enoch isn’t valuable for its historical context, or that it wasn’t considered inspired by some Christian sects. Or the Maccabees for that matter.

Literature Review

In 9: 9-10 Gabriel is sent to destroy the children of the angels (now called “Watchers”). These giants are described as “bastards and children of adultery.” Verse 10 says these giants hoped to live for five hundred years, which may be taken as how long they hoped to live before judgment came upon them, although it may simply refer to the length of their lives. There is no reference to the long lives of humans in 1 Enoch before the flood, so the five hundred-year life-span may be what is in mind. In verse 11 Michael is sent to warn Semyaz he is about to be judged and bound for seventy generations under the mountains, until the day of judgment, in a pit of fire. Again, a similar theme is found in Jude 6 and Revelation 20:10-15.

After the time of judgment the world will be cleansed and the righteous will flourish: 10:18-19 mentions agricultural blessings; 10:21 describes the earth as cleansed from all pollution. God’s speech concludes in Chapter 11 with a brief description of the “storehouse of blessing” which will be opened after the time of judgment, a time when “peace and truth shall become partners again in all the days of the world and in all the generations of the earth.”

Looking back to the inspiration for this story in Genesis, the evil world is destroyed by the Flood, but this does not eradicate sin (Gen 9:20-29). 1 Enoch describes the world after the Watchers are destroyed as a time of peace and truth “for all eternity.” A similar apocalyptic pattern of coming judgment followed by a time of ultimate peace is certainly found in Revelation 20-22.

1 And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto 2 them beautiful and comely daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: ‘Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men 3 and beget us children.’ And Semjaza, who was their leader, said unto them: ‘I fear ye will not 4 indeed agree to do this deed, and I alone shall have to pay the penalty of a great sin.’ And they all answered him and said: ‘Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations 5 not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.’ Then sware they all together and bound themselves 6 by mutual imprecations upon it. And they were in all two hundred; who descended in the days of Jared on the summit of Mount Hermon, and they called it Mount Hermon, because they had sworn 7 and bound themselves by mutual imprecations upon it. And these are the names of their leaders: Samlazaz, their leader, Araklba, Rameel, Kokablel, Tamlel, Ramlel, Danel, Ezeqeel, Baraqijal, 8 Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaqiel, Samsapeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomjael, Sariel. These are their chiefs of tens.

[Chapter 7]

1 And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms 2 and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they 3 became pregnant, and they bare great giants, whose height was three thousand ells: Who consumed 4 all the acquisitions of men. And when men could no longer sustain them, the giants turned against 5 them and devoured mankind. And they began to sin against birds, and beasts, and reptiles, and 6 fish, and to devour one another’s flesh, and drink the blood. Then the earth laid accusation against the lawless ones.

[Chapter 8]

1 And Azazel taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all 2 colouring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they 3 were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways. Semjaza taught enchantments, and root-cuttings, ‘Armaros the resolving of enchantments, Baraqijal (taught) astrology, Kokabel the constellations, Ezeqeel the knowledge of the clouds, Araqiel the signs of the earth, Shamsiel the signs of the sun, and Sariel the course of the moon. And as men perished, they cried, and their cry went up to heaven . . .

[Chapter 9]

1 And then Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel looked down from heaven and saw much blood being 2 shed upon the earth, and all lawlessness being wrought upon the earth. And they said one to another: ‘The earth made without inhabitant cries the voice of their cryingst up to the gates of heaven. 3 And now to you, the holy ones of heaven, the souls of men make their suit, saying, “Bring our cause 4 before the Most High.”‘ And they said to the Lord of the ages: ‘Lord of lords, God of gods, King of kings, and God of the ages, the throne of Thy glory (standeth) unto all the generations of the 5 ages, and Thy name holy and glorious and blessed unto all the ages! Thou hast made all things, and power over all things hast Thou: and all things are naked and open in Thy sight, and Thou seest all 6 things, and nothing can hide itself from Thee. Thou seest what Azazel hath done, who hath taught all unrighteousness on earth and revealed the eternal secrets which were (preserved) in heaven, which 7 men were striving to learn: And Semjaza, to whom Thou hast given authority to bear rule over his associates. And they have gone to the daughters of men upon the earth, and have slept with the 9 women, and have defiled themselves, and revealed to them all kinds of sins. And the women have 10 borne giants, and the whole earth has thereby been filled with blood and unrighteousness. And now, behold, the souls of those who have died are crying and making their suit to the gates of heaven, and their lamentations have ascended: and cannot cease because of the lawless deeds which are 11 wrought on the earth. And Thou knowest all things before they come to pass, and Thou seest these things and Thou dost suffer them, and Thou dost not say to us what we are to do to them in regard to these.’

[Chapter 10]

1 Then said the Most High, the Holy and Great One spake, and sent Uriel to the son of Lamech, 2 and said to him: ‘Go to Noah and tell him in my name “Hide thyself!” and reveal to him the end that is approaching: that the whole earth will be destroyed, and a deluge is about to come 3 upon the whole earth, and will destroy all that is on it. And now instruct him that he may escape 4 and his seed may be preserved for all the generations of the world.’ And again the Lord said to Raphael: ‘Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening 5 in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may 6,7 not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire. And heal the earth which the angels have corrupted, and proclaim the healing of the earth, that they may heal the plague, and that all the children of men may not perish through all the secret things that the 8 Watchers have disclosed and have taught their sons. And the whole earth has been corrupted 9 through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin.’ And to Gabriel said the Lord: ‘Proceed against the bastards and the reprobates, and against the children of fornication: and destroy [the children of fornication and] the children of the Watchers from amongst men [and cause them to go forth]: send them one against the other that they may destroy each other in 10 battle: for length of days shall they not have. And no request that they (i.e. their fathers) make of thee shall be granted unto their fathers on their behalf; for they hope to live an eternal life, and 11 that each one of them will live five hundred years.’ And the Lord said unto Michael: ‘Go, bind Semjaza and his associates who have united themselves with women so as to have defiled themselves 12 with them in all their uncleanness. And when their sons have slain one another, and they have seen the destruction of their beloved ones, bind them fast for seventy generations in the valleys of the earth, till the day of their judgement and of their consummation, till the judgement that is 13 for ever and ever is consummated. In those days they shall be led off to the abyss of fire: and 14 to the torment and the prison in which they shall be confined for ever. And whosoever shall be condemned and destroyed will from thenceforth be bound together with them to the end of all 15 generations. And destroy all the spirits of the reprobate and the children of the Watchers, because 16 they have wronged mankind. Destroy all wrong from the face of the earth and let every evil work come to an end: and let the plant of righteousness and truth appear: and it shall prove a blessing; the works of righteousness and truth’ shall be planted in truth and joy for evermore.

17 And then shall all the righteous escape,
And shall live till they beget thousands of children
And all the days of their youth and their old age
Shall they complete in peace.

18 And then shall the whole earth be tilled in righteousness, and shall all be planted with trees and 19 be full of blessing. And all desirable trees shall be planted on it, and they shall plant vines on it: and the vine which they plant thereon shall yield wine in abundance, and as for all the seed which is sown thereon each measure (of it) shall bear a thousand, and each measure of olives shall yield 20 ten presses of oil. And cleanse thou the earth from all oppression, and from all unrighteousness, and from all sin, and from all godlessness: and all the uncleanness that is wrought upon the earth 21 destroy from off the earth. And all the children of men shall become righteous, and all nations 22 shall offer adoration and shall praise Me, and all shall worship Me. And the earth shall be cleansed from all defilement, and from all sin, and from all punishment, and from all torment, and I will never again send (them) upon it from generation to generation and for ever.

[Chapter 11]

1 And in those days I will open the store chambers of blessing which are in the heaven, so as to send 2 them down upon the earth over the work and labour of the children of men. And truth and peace shall be associated together throughout all the days of the world and throughout all the generations of men.’

[Chapter 12]

1 Before these things Enoch was hidden, and no one of the children of men knew where he was 2 hidden, and where he abode, and what had become of him. And his activities had to do with the Watchers, and his days were with the holy ones. 3 And I Enoch was blessing the Lord of majesty and the King of the ages, and lo! the Watchers 4 called me -Enoch the scribe- and said to me: ‘Enoch, thou scribe of righteousness, go, declare to the Watchers of the heaven who have left the high heaven, the holy eternal place, and have defiled themselves with women, and have done as the children of earth do, and have taken unto themselves 5 wives: “Ye have wrought great destruction on the earth: And ye shall have no peace nor forgiveness 6 of sin: and inasmuch as they delight themselves in their children, The murder of their beloved ones shall they see, and over the destruction of their children shall they lament, and shall make supplication unto eternity, but mercy and peace shall ye not attain.”‘

[Chapter 13]

1 And Enoch went and said: ‘Azazel, thou shalt have no peace: a severe sentence has gone forth 2 against thee to put thee in bonds: And thou shalt not have toleration nor request granted to thee, because of the unrighteousness which thou hast taught, and because of all the works of godlessness 3 and unrighteousness and sin which thou hast shown to men.’ Then I went and spoke to them all 4 together, and they were all afraid, and fear and trembling seized them. And they besought me to draw up a petition for them that they might find forgiveness, and to read their petition in the presence 5 of the Lord of heaven. For from thenceforward they could not speak (with Him) nor lift up their 6 eyes to heaven for shame of their sins for which they had been condemned. Then I wrote out their petition, and the prayer in regard to their spirits and their deeds individually and in regard to their 7 requests that they should have forgiveness and length. And I went off and sat down at the waters of Dan, in the land of Dan, to the south of the west of Hermon: I read their petition till I fell 8 asleep. And behold a dream came to me, and visions fell down upon me, and I saw visions of chastisement, and a voice came bidding (me) I to tell it to the sons of heaven, and reprimand them. 9 And when I awaked, I came unto them, and they were all sitting gathered together, weeping in 10 ‘Abelsjail, which is between Lebanon and Seneser, with their faces covered. And I recounted before them all the visions which I had seen in sleep, and I began to speak the words of righteousness, and to reprimand the heavenly Watchers.

1 And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto 2 them beautiful and comely daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: ‘Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men 3 and beget us children.’ And Semjaza, who was their leader, said unto them: ‘I fear ye will not 4 indeed agree to do this deed, and I alone shall have to pay the penalty of a great sin.’ And they all answered him and said: ‘Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations 5 not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.’ Then sware they all together and bound themselves 6 by mutual imprecations upon it. And they were in all two hundred; who descended in the days of Jared on the summit of Mount Hermon, and they called it Mount Hermon, because they had sworn 7 and bound themselves by mutual imprecations upon it. And these are the names of their leaders: Samlazaz, their leader, Araklba, Rameel, Kokablel, Tamlel, Ramlel, Danel, Ezeqeel, Baraqijal, 8 Asael, Armaros, Batarel, Ananel, Zaqiel, Samsapeel, Satarel, Turel, Jomjael, Sariel. These are their chiefs of tens.

[Chapter 7]

1 And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms 2 and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they 3 became pregnant, and they bare great giants, whose height was three thousand ells: Who consumed 4 all the acquisitions of men. And when men could no longer sustain them, the giants turned against 5 them and devoured mankind. And they began to sin against birds, and beasts, and reptiles, and 6 fish, and to devour one another’s flesh, and drink the blood. Then the earth laid accusation against the lawless ones.

[Chapter 8]

1 And Azazel taught men to make swords, and knives, and shields, and breastplates, and made known to them the metals of the earth and the art of working them, and bracelets, and ornaments, and the use of antimony, and the beautifying of the eyelids, and all kinds of costly stones, and all 2 colouring tinctures. And there arose much godlessness, and they committed fornication, and they 3 were led astray, and became corrupt in all their ways. Semjaza taught enchantments, and root-cuttings, ‘Armaros the resolving of enchantments, Baraqijal (taught) astrology, Kokabel the constellations, Ezeqeel the knowledge of the clouds, Araqiel the signs of the earth, Shamsiel the signs of the sun, and Sariel the course of the moon. And as men perished, they cried, and their cry went up to heaven . . .

[Chapter 9]

1 And then Michael, Uriel, Raphael, and Gabriel looked down from heaven and saw much blood being 2 shed upon the earth, and all lawlessness being wrought upon the earth. And they said one to another: ‘The earth made without inhabitant cries the voice of their cryingst up to the gates of heaven. 3 And now to you, the holy ones of heaven, the souls of men make their suit, saying, “Bring our cause 4 before the Most High.”‘ And they said to the Lord of the ages: ‘Lord of lords, God of gods, King of kings, and God of the ages, the throne of Thy glory (standeth) unto all the generations of the 5 ages, and Thy name holy and glorious and blessed unto all the ages! Thou hast made all things, and power over all things hast Thou: and all things are naked and open in Thy sight, and Thou seest all 6 things, and nothing can hide itself from Thee. Thou seest what Azazel hath done, who hath taught all unrighteousness on earth and revealed the eternal secrets which were (preserved) in heaven, which 7 men were striving to learn: And Semjaza, to whom Thou hast given authority to bear rule over his associates. And they have gone to the daughters of men upon the earth, and have slept with the 9 women, and have defiled themselves, and revealed to them all kinds of sins. And the women have 10 borne giants, and the whole earth has thereby been filled with blood and unrighteousness. And now, behold, the souls of those who have died are crying and making their suit to the gates of heaven, and their lamentations have ascended: and cannot cease because of the lawless deeds which are 11 wrought on the earth. And Thou knowest all things before they come to pass, and Thou seest these things and Thou dost suffer them, and Thou dost not say to us what we are to do to them in regard to these.’

[Chapter 10]

1 Then said the Most High, the Holy and Great One spake, and sent Uriel to the son of Lamech, 2 and said to him: ‘Go to Noah and tell him in my name “Hide thyself!” and reveal to him the end that is approaching: that the whole earth will be destroyed, and a deluge is about to come 3 upon the whole earth, and will destroy all that is on it. And now instruct him that he may escape 4 and his seed may be preserved for all the generations of the world.’ And again the Lord said to Raphael: ‘Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening 5 in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may 6,7 not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire. And heal the earth which the angels have corrupted, and proclaim the healing of the earth, that they may heal the plague, and that all the children of men may not perish through all the secret things that the 8 Watchers have disclosed and have taught their sons. And the whole earth has been corrupted 9 through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin.’ And to Gabriel said the Lord: ‘Proceed against the bastards and the reprobates, and against the children of fornication: and destroy [the children of fornication and] the children of the Watchers from amongst men [and cause them to go forth]: send them one against the other that they may destroy each other in 10 battle: for length of days shall they not have. And no request that they (i.e. their fathers) make of thee shall be granted unto their fathers on their behalf; for they hope to live an eternal life, and 11 that each one of them will live five hundred years.’ And the Lord said unto Michael: ‘Go, bind Semjaza and his associates who have united themselves with women so as to have defiled themselves 12 with them in all their uncleanness. And when their sons have slain one another, and they have seen the destruction of their beloved ones, bind them fast for seventy generations in the valleys of the earth, till the day of their judgement and of their consummation, till the judgement that is 13 for ever and ever is consummated. In those days they shall be led off to the abyss of fire: and 14 to the torment and the prison in which they shall be confined for ever. And whosoever shall be condemned and destroyed will from thenceforth be bound together with them to the end of all 15 generations. And destroy all the spirits of the reprobate and the children of the Watchers, because 16 they have wronged mankind. Destroy all wrong from the face of the earth and let every evil work come to an end: and let the plant of righteousness and truth appear: and it shall prove a blessing; the works of righteousness and truth’ shall be planted in truth and joy for evermore.

17 And then shall all the righteous escape,
And shall live till they beget thousands of children
And all the days of their youth and their old age
Shall they complete in peace.

18 And then shall the whole earth be tilled in righteousness, and shall all be planted with trees and 19 be full of blessing. And all desirable trees shall be planted on it, and they shall plant vines on it: and the vine which they plant thereon shall yield wine in abundance, and as for all the seed which is sown thereon each measure (of it) shall bear a thousand, and each measure of olives shall yield 20 ten presses of oil. And cleanse thou the earth from all oppression, and from all unrighteousness, and from all sin, and from all godlessness: and all the uncleanness that is wrought upon the earth 21 destroy from off the earth. And all the children of men shall become righteous, and all nations 22 shall offer adoration and shall praise Me, and all shall worship Me. And the earth shall be cleansed from all defilement, and from all sin, and from all punishment, and from all torment, and I will never again send (them) upon it from generation to generation and for ever.

[Chapter 11]

1 And in those days I will open the store chambers of blessing which are in the heaven, so as to send 2 them down upon the earth over the work and labour of the children of men. And truth and peace shall be associated together throughout all the days of the world and throughout all the generations of men.’

[Chapter 12]

1 Before these things Enoch was hidden, and no one of the children of men knew where he was 2 hidden, and where he abode, and what had become of him. And his activities had to do with the Watchers, and his days were with the holy ones. 3 And I Enoch was blessing the Lord of majesty and the King of the ages, and lo! the Watchers 4 called me -Enoch the scribe- and said to me: ‘Enoch, thou scribe of righteousness, go, declare to the Watchers of the heaven who have left the high heaven, the holy eternal place, and have defiled themselves with women, and have done as the children of earth do, and have taken unto themselves 5 wives: “Ye have wrought great destruction on the earth: And ye shall have no peace nor forgiveness 6 of sin: and inasmuch as they delight themselves in their children, The murder of their beloved ones shall they see, and over the destruction of their children shall they lament, and shall make supplication unto eternity, but mercy and peace shall ye not attain.”‘

[Chapter 13]

1 And Enoch went and said: ‘Azazel, thou shalt have no peace: a severe sentence has gone forth 2 against thee to put thee in bonds: And thou shalt not have toleration nor request granted to thee, because of the unrighteousness which thou hast taught, and because of all the works of godlessness 3 and unrighteousness and sin which thou hast shown to men.’ Then I went and spoke to them all 4 together, and they were all afraid, and fear and trembling seized them. And they besought me to draw up a petition for them that they might find forgiveness, and to read their petition in the presence 5 of the Lord of heaven. For from thenceforward they could not speak (with Him) nor lift up their 6 eyes to heaven for shame of their sins for which they had been condemned. Then I wrote out their petition, and the prayer in regard to their spirits and their deeds individually and in regard to their 7 requests that they should have forgiveness and length. And I went off and sat down at the waters of Dan, in the land of Dan, to the south of the west of Hermon: I read their petition till I fell 8 asleep. And behold a dream came to me, and visions fell down upon me, and I saw visions of chastisement, and a voice came bidding (me) I to tell it to the sons of heaven, and reprimand them. 9 And when I awaked, I came unto them, and they were all sitting gathered together, weeping in 10 ‘Abelsjail, which is between Lebanon and Seneser, with their faces covered. And I recounted before them all the visions which I had seen in sleep, and I began to speak the words of righteousness, and to reprimand the heavenly Watchers.

https://www.philipharland.com/Courses/Readings/4819/P%201%20Enoch%20(password).pdfC

References:

An Academic Exploration of the Book of Enoch: Content, Influence, and Canonical Status – Nicene Journal For Christian Theology

https://www.philipharland.com/Courses/Readings/4819/P%201%20Enoch%20(password).pdfC

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The Tree of Life

Chapter 3:

Introduction

The tree of life appears in the Book of Genesis, at the very beginning of the Hebrew Bible – what many Christians call the Old Testament.

In the creation story of chapters 2 and 3, God places man in the Garden of Eden, then creates woman, Eve, from his rib. Eden is filled with “every tree that was pleasing to the sight and good for food,” as well as the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil – but God commands the man not to eat this last tree’s fruit.

The tree of life appears in both the first and last books of the Christian Bible. In the Genesis account, God removes Adam and Eve from the garden so they cannot eat the fruit of the tree of life (Gen. 3:22–24). In the book of Revelation, the tree’s fruit becomes available in the last days to all who obey the Lord (Rev. 2:7; 22:14). Both texts declare that the tree is “in the midst [middle] of the garden” (Gen. 2:9) or “in the midst of the paradise of God” (Rev. 2:7). Genesis 3:22 recounts how the first couple, after eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge, became like God in being able to distinguish good and evil, and that, had they been able to eat the fruit of the tree of life, they would also have become immortal.2 This is the earliest biblical mention of the tree as a means of prolonging life. The last such reference is in Revelation 22:1–2, where John describes the new Jerusalem descending from heaven, noting that “In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations” (Rev. 22:2) and that its presence on earth would abolish death and pain (Rev. 21:4).

The pseudepigraphic Gospel of Nicodemus 3 (19) notes that, when Adam was on his deathbed, he sent his son Seth to procure oil from the tree of life with which to anoint him that he might “arise from his sickness.”3 An angel appeared to Seth and asked him, “Do you desire, because of the sickness of your father, the oil that raises up the sick, or the tree from which flows such oil?” He told Seth to go to his father and tell him “that after the completion of 5,500 years from the creation of the world, the only-begotten Son of God shall become man and shall descend below the earth. And he shall anoint him with that oil [from the garden of Eden]. And he shall arise and wash him and his descendants with water and the Holy Spirit.”4 One Latin version of the story has the angel telling Seth that “thy father Adam will not receive of this oil of compassion now, but after many generations of time. For the most beloved Son of God will come down from heaven into the world, and will be baptized by John in the river Jordan; and then shall thy father Adam receive of this oil of compassion, and all that believe in him.”5 Two other pseudepigraphic texts (Life of Adam and Eve and Apocalypse of Moses) recount this story. They declare that, when Adam fell ill just days before dying, his son Seth proposed that he (Seth) should beg God to give him fruit from the garden with which to heal his father. Adam told him to ask for the “oil of life,” also termed the “oil of mercy.” As in the Nicodemus account, an angel refuses to grant his request, but promises that the oil will be made available to mortals at a future time (Life of Adam and Eve 31, 36, 40–43, and Apocalypse of Moses 6, 9, 13).6

3.2 Garden of Eden

Fall of Man & Angelic Presence

Satan, the leader of the fallen angels, approaches Eve while disguised as a serpent and lies to her about the Tree of Knowledge (also known as the Tree of Life) that God had warned her and Adam not to eat from, or even touch, or else they would die as a result.

Verses 4 and 5 record Satan’s deception, and the temptation he presented to Eve to try to be like God herself:

“‘You will not certainly die,’ the serpent said to the woman. ‘For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.’”

Eve fell prey to Satan’s scheme by deciding to rebel against God: She ate some of the forbidden fruit, and then she encouraged Adam to do the same. That brought sin into the world, damaging every part of it. Now tainted by sin, Adam and Eve could no longer be in the presence of a perfectly holy God. God cursed Satan for what he had done and announced the consequences for humanity.

The passage ends with God casting Adam and Eve out of paradise and sending a cherubim angel to guard the Tree of Life:

“And the LORD God said, ‘The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.’ So the LORD God banished him from the Garden of Eden to work the ground from which he had been taken. After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life.”
—Genesis 3:22-24

The First Angel Mentioned in the Bible and Torah

Archangel Jophiel has the honor of being the very first of many angels who are mentioned in the Bible and Torah. In her book Simply Angels, Beleta Greenaway writes:

“Jophiel (Beauty of God) is the first angel mentioned in the Bible [the first part of which is also the Torah]. His role is to guard the Tree of Life for the Creator. Grasping a fearsome, fiery sword, he had the awesome task of banishing Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden and will deter any human from stepping onto the hallowed ground again. He has wisdom, will give inspiration, and will help you to use discrimination.”

Beauty Lost, With the Hope of Restoration

It’s interesting to note that Jophiel, whose name means “beauty of God,” is the angel whom God chooses to expel Adam and Eve from the beautiful paradise of the Garden of Eden. In his book The Spiritual Sense in Sacred Legend, Edward J. Brailsford comments:

“Jophiel, the Beauty of God, was the guardian of the Tree of Knowledge. It was he who after the fall drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden. The association of beauty with knowledge is natural and needs no explanation. But why should Beauty expel the guilty pair, and wave the flaming sword, unless it was that they should ever carry with them the remembrance that justice was tempered with mercy, and have imprinted upon their last memory of paradise a vision, not of the terrible frown of an angry God, but of the beauty of goodness which was grieved and willing to be reconciled?”

Artistic depictions of Jophiel often show the angel in the Garden of Eden, and are meant to portray both the pain of sin’s consequences and the hope of restoration with God, writes Richard Taylor in his book, How To Read a Church. In art, Taylor writes, Jophiel is often shown “carrying the sword of the expulsion of Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden” and that portrayal serves “to symbolize the early division and later reuniting of God and humankind.”

A Future Paradise

Just as the Tree of Life is seen in the Bible’s first book—Genesis—when sin enters the world, it is seen again in the Bible’s last book—Revelation—in a heavenly paradise. Revelation 22:1-5 reveals how the Garden of Eden will be restored:

“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever.”

In his book, Living With Angels, Cleo Paul Strawmyer writes: “When John in Revelation speaks of the Tree of Life in paradise, is this the same Tree of Life that the cherubim were guarding in the Garden of Eden? It is the same tree.” Strawmyer continues by writing that angels likely carried the Tree of Life from Earth to heaven to preserve it without the contamination of sin — they “would have to not only guard the tree of life while in the garden but now they would have to lift up the tree and take it to safety in paradise.”

http://www.bahaistudies.net/asma/jophiel_the_angel.pdf

References:

http://www.bahaistudies.net/asma/jophiel_the_angel.pdf

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Literature Review

The Mists of Avalon is an adaptation of the legends of King Arthur by author Marion Zimmer Bradley. Zimmer Bradley’s novel diverges from most Arthurian adaptations by focusing on the perspectives of the female characters surrounding King Arthur, bringing their occasionally sidelined stories front and center. Zimmer Bradley was a notable figure in the science fiction and fantasy world, publishing several acclaimed novels within the genre. The Mists of Avalon was published in 1983 and immediately became popular. In 1984, it was awarded the Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel. Its success led Zimmer Bradley to expand the book into a series, writing three subsequent installations with collaborator Diana L. Paxson. The Mists of Avalon was also adapted as a miniseries in 2001. Content warnings for The Mists of Avalon include mentions and graphic depictions of rape, incest, and child marriage.

Plot Summary

Morgaine is the daughter of Igraine and Duke Gorlois of Cornwall. Igraine is a child of Avalon, but was married off to Gorlois at a very young age. Though Gorlois loves Igraine in his own way, she pines for Uther Pendragon, the High King of Britain. Her sister Viviane, and Taliesin the Merlin, two powerful figures in the magical land of Avalon, told her she was destined to have Uther’s son. This son would grow to be a legendary king who would unite Britain.

Igraine and Uther marry shortly after Gorlois is killed for treason, and they have a son, Gwydion. Uther sends both children to be fostered after Gwydion’s life is threatened: Morgaine goes to live with Viviane, where she trains to be a priestess of Avalon. Morgaine has a natural gift for magic, and Viviane plans to name her Lady of the Lake one day. She learns that there is a great battle between Druidism and Christianity and that she will play a role in preserving Avalon and uniting Britain under a new High King.

For Avalon to accept him, this new High King must participate in a fertility ritual called the Great Marriage, having sex with a virgin priestess to form a covenant with the land. This will turn him into King Stag, who gives his life for the land and its people. Morgaine completes this ritual with the future king, only to learn afterward that she unwittingly slept with Gwydion, who now goes by the name Arthur. Morgaine is ashamed and upset that the Goddess humiliated her like this.

When Morgaine returns to Avalon, Viviane tells her that she plans to give Arthur Excalibur, a sacred Druid sword. She instructs Morgaine to create an enchanted scabbard that will protect him in battle. This will show Arthur that Avalon supports him and will bind him to protect them as long as he rules. Arthur receives Excalibur before a crucial battle against the Saxons, and his victory proves his legitimacy. When Uther eventually dies, Arthur is crowned with little controversy.

To her dismay, Morgaine finds out that she is pregnant with Arthur’s child. Angry with Viviane, Morgaine renounces Avalon and has her son, Gwydion, in the court of her Aunt Morgause. Morgause and her husband Lot openly desire the throne of Britain, and Gwydion gives them an opportunity to pursue it. Eventually, Morgaine decides to return to Caerleon, where she serves as a lady-in-waiting to Arthur’s new wife, Gwenhwyfar. Gwenhwyfar is beautiful, incredibly anxious, and deeply pious. As a priestess of Avalon, Morgaine often chafes with Gwenhwyfar about matters of religion. They also fight for the affections of Lancelet, Arthur’s most esteemed knight. Gwenhwyfar believes that her adulterous love for Lancelet is preventing her from carrying a pregnancy to term and tortures herself over her feelings.

The night before a key battle against the Saxons, Gwenhwyfar convinces Arthur to fly the sign of the cross rather than the red dragon (a symbol of his protection of all beliefs). Arthur’s decisive victory prompts him to rule as a Christian king. This alienates his allies in Avalon. They only stand with him because he continues to wield Excalibur. After this battle, Arthur moves his court to Camelot.

Gwenhwyfar’s continued inability to produce an heir leads her down a spiral of blame and self-doubt. Arthur, noticing her feelings for Lancelet, tells her that if she has a child with him, he would adopt it as his own. She takes this as an indication of her sin and tells Morgaine she is considering participating in a pagan fertility ritual out of desperation. To calm her down, Morgaine tells Gwenhwyfar that Arthur has a bastard son living in the court of King Lot, swearing her to secrecy.

Worrying that Gwenhwyfar’s love for Lancelet will bring shame to Arthur, Morgaine enchants Lancelet into sleeping with Elaine, the daughter of one of Arthur’s allies. Elaine promises her future daughter in exchange for Morgaine’s role in setting up her marriage. Her daughter, Nimue, eventually trains as a priestess of Avalon.

While Arthur and Gwenhwyfar argue over her infertility, she confesses that Morgaine told her he has a son. Arthur suspects that this is a result of the fertility ritual and confronts Morgaine, who admits that their son, Gwydion, is training to be a priest at Avalon. Both the incest and the training horrify Gwenhwyfar, and she orders Arthur to do public penance with his fanatic bishop, Patricius.

At Camelot’s Pentecost feast, Morgaine enjoys the company of Accolon, a Druid prince from North Wales. His father, King Uriens, asks Arthur for Morgaine’s hand in marriage. Gwenhwyfar, angry at Morgaine’s role in Lancelet’s marriage and wanting to send her away, tells Arthur that Uriens is a valuable ally. When Arthur asks if she would marry Welsh royalty, Morgaine enthusiastically consents, thinking he is referring to Accolon, and must marry Uriens. Morgaine and Accolon have an affair and spread the ways of Avalon throughout North Wales. The pagans in the region regard them as their High Priest and Priestess.

Gwydion visits Camelot after completing his training in Avalon and spending several years learning warfare from the Saxons. He knows his true parentage and wants Arthur to acknowledge him and accept him at court. However, he is rumored to be the bastard son of Lancelet. In order to avoid accusations of favoritism, he challenges Lancelet to a mock fight. Lancelet, impressed by his bravery, knights him as Sir Mordred.

Morgaine, sick of watching Arthur fail to uphold his oath, tells Accolon that they must launch a coup against Camelot. She plans to trap Arthur in the fairy world. However, Arthur breaks out by calling on his devotion to God, and he kills Accolon in combat. Uriens claims that Accolon never would have challenged Arthur without pressure from Morgaine, suspecting their affair. Morgaine is forced to flee Wales.

While in Avalon, Morgaine learns that Kevin, the Merlin of Britain, has stolen some of the Isle’s Holy Regalia with the intention of bringing it to Camelot’s clergy. Kevin believes Avalon’s days are numbered and thinks it is best to make amends with Camelot. Morgaine, in disguise, travels to Camelot to take them back. During a service, Morgaine uses her magic to manifest as the Presence, a symbol of the One God. She carries the Holy Grail throughout the mass, prompting the knights to go on a quest to find it. While they are gone, Mordred takes the opportunity to gain Arthur’s trust before ultimately making a bid for the throne. He mortally wounds Arthur, and Morgaine takes him to Avalon to die in peace. She tells him he did his best to protect Britain and buries him on the Holy Isle. Morgaine remains in Avalon and swears to tell the story of King Arthur and Camelot.

Part 1: “Mistress of Magic”

Prologue Summary

Morgaine reflects on the different roles she has occupied in life and the conflict between Christianity and the ways of magic. She mourns the loss of her brother Arthur, who is currently dead on the Holy Isle of Avalon; Morgaine provided help in his final moments as a “wise-woman, priestess, Lady of the Lake” (x). Morgaine resolves to tell the story of King Arthur, acknowledging that truth can be subjective but feeling that her perspective is important. She understands that Avalon may soon be lost forever, but storytelling can help preserve it within memory.

Part 1, Chapter 1 Summary

Along with her 13-year-old sister Morgause, Igraine, wife of Duke Gorlois of Cornwall, prepares Tintagel Castle for a visit from her older sister, Viviane, and Taliesin, the Merlin of Britain. Igraine has the Sight—the ability to see people who aren’t present or things that haven’t happened yet—but had to abandon it when she married Gorlois. Igraine tolerates Gorlois because he occasionally treats as an equal and has allowed her to keep her infant daughter Morgaine.

Viviane’s arrival marks the first time she and Igraine have seen each other since her marriage to Gorlois.

Gorlois collects Igraine after a sleepless night apart, and they attend Ambrosius’s burial. After the ceremony, Gorlois says he must remind the squabbling council members of Ambrosius’s wishes and gives Igraine money to shop in Londinium. When she returns, a weary Gorlois refuses to disclose what occurred at the debate. As Igraine falls asleep, she dreams of kissing Uther.

Igraine is devastated to get her period, as it means she is not pregnant. She begins to spiral, realizing that her elderly husband may be the reason for her infertility. After several days of sulking in her chambers, she is visited by the Merlin, who tells her that he will send her a dream as a remedy for her ills.

After weeks of debate, Gorlois tells Igraine that Uther will likely be declared High King. It appears that the Merlin’s prophecy is coming true, which leads Igraine to dread losing Gorlois. Unable to sleep, she slips out into the night, where she notices a mountain to her west, completely on fire. She recognizes it as the legendary Temple of the Sun at Salisbury. Igraine hears a man’s voice speaking to her about the temple. It appears to be Uther wearing the robes of an ancient priest.

Part 1: “Mistress of Magic”

Part 1, Chapter 7 Summary

After a brief return to Tintagel, Gorlois leaves again, hoping to ambush Uther’s army. Igraine feels that he is acting irrationally, and that “he would deprive all Britain of her High King […] all because he was not man enough for his wife and feared that Uther would be” (87).

Igraine waits for Uther to find her at Midwinter. On a particularly frigid night, Igraine invites an old peasant woman inside, hoping to gain some idea of the outside world. She says that battle has overtaken Britain, and that the combined chaos of the infighting between the dukes and Saxon invasion has reached the Holy Isle, where she lives. She mentions that Viviane has given birth to a baby boy, Galahad. Viviane says that Galahad, whose father is King Ban of Less Britain, will serve another king’s child, suggesting that Igraine’s fate will come to pass.

Igraine decides to use sorcery to warn Uther. She recalls her brief training at Avalon and projects her soul through the land of dreams. Igraine sees Gorlois’s camp and hears him discussing how the Cornish weather will likely thwart Uther. She is shocked into returning to her physical body at Tintagel.

Viviane and Morgaine arrive at Avalon after a difficult journey. As Viviane struggles to summon the barge that will take them to the island’s shores, she wonders how much strength she has left. She resolves to live until Morgaine and Gwydion are grown, since the fate of Avalon depends on them. They travel through a mysterious landscape. Although Morgaine seems frightened, Viviane says nothing, as she must grow accustomed to discomfort. When the thick fog breaks, Morgaine sees a beautiful land filled with light, music, and magic. She immediately feels at home.

Morgaine and Viviane rest and receive care from a young woman named Raven, who is under a vow of silence. Viviane says that eventually, Morgaine will know if the Goddess has called her. If so, she will take a vow and receive the mark of a moon on her forehead. Morgaine asks what it means to be vowed to the Goddess, and how it differs from the vow Father Columba has taken to Jesus Christ. Viviane reveals that the Christian God is the same omnipresent being, saying “God is called by many names, but is everywhere One […] when you pray to Mary, mother of Jesus, you pray, without knowing it, to the World Mother” (134).

On a moonless night, Morgaine and Raven prepare for a ritual involving the Goddess. Raven begins screaming a prophecy that foretells the “Virgin Huntress” calling “the king to her” and relinquishing “her maidenhood to the God….ah, the old sacrifice, the old sacrifice” (168). Morgaine collapses and feels sick and confused; as she recovers, she considers the meaning of Raven’s words.

Morgaine goes to see Viviane to consult her about Raven’s prophecy. Viviane explains that it is referring to the ancient fertility ritual of the old Tribes, in which the Horned One is given his choice of young maidens to acknowledge the sacrifice King Stag, the strongest deer in a herd, makes by dying for human gain. This custom has evolved into the Great Marriage. This ancient ritual tests a new king, who will need to participate in the Great Marriage with a priestess: Morgaine. Morgaine eventually agrees, recalling when Viviane told her that “it is too heavy a burden to be borne unconsenting” (171).

Part 1, Chapter 15 Summary

Morgaine leaves Avalon to prepare for the Great Marriage with the priestess of the Tribes, who takes her through an elaborate ritual in which she is naked and painted with blue markings. She is then led outside in a deerskin cloak; she can see the outline of the man she is supposed to be with but is only able to tell that he is tall, athletic, and has blond hair.

Viviane reflects on Morgaine’s harsh words, balking at the thought that she could hate her. She wonders if she is actually power hungry but concludes, “What I have done […] I have done to save this land and its people from rapine and destruction, a reversion to barbarism, a sacking greater than Rome suffered from the Goths” (191). She wonders who will be the next ruler of Avalon; she feels that Morgaine is not yet ready because she still resists fate.

As Viviane prays for a longer life to retain her stewardship over Avalon, she sees the shape of a great red dragon in the sky alongside a shooting star. She realizes that Uther has passed, and she takes a moment to mourn him. Shortly after, a Sending of Uther—the same one that appeared to Igraine all those years ago—manifests in her room. He tells her that she must ensure that Arthur is crowned the next High King. Viviane suggests that he will be able to unify them under the name of Avalon, but Uther says it will take more than her magic. Suddenly, the Sending changes into a man that Viviane recognizes from her dreams and realizes “why no man had ever been more to her than duty, or a path to power, or a night’s pleasure” (194): She and Uther were also connected in a past life.

Morgaine has arrived at Orkney, sick from her pregnancy. Morgaine is well taken care of by Morgause and enjoys time with her young nephew Gareth, who hopes to be a knight one day. However, she misses Avalon and has trouble eating and drinking.

Lot and Gareth discuss how Morgaine’s son will be the Duke of Cornwall, since Arthur returned Tintagel to Igraine. Morgause realizes that this places the child closer to the throne than their son, Gawaine. Suddenly, Morgaine goes into labor. As Morgause goes to help her, Lot tells her, “You are quick to bring our Gawaine’s rival into the world!” (243). He remarks that it might be best if she hopes that Morgaine’s son dies at birth.

Morgaine endures a difficult birth, and Morgause questions whether or not she will be able to survive. Morgause, who has a hint of the Sight, knows she is withholding information about the child’s father. She begins to weep, thinking that Morgaine may not survive the birth.

Finally, Morgaine gives birth to a son. As she naps peacefully, Morgause realizes she has the opportunity to kill the young boy but hesitates. If the child’s father is

A year after Arthur makes his request of Igraine, she returns to collect Gwenhwyfar from the Summer Kingdom. Gwenhwyfar is terrified, and though Igraine’s experience with Gorlois makes her empathetic, she is perplexed at how frightened she is given Arthur’s age and kindness. Lancelet accompanies them to escort Leodegranz’s men and horses. As they meet him, he is struggling to arrange the transportation of a large, round table that Leodegranz has given to Arthur to “seat his well-born Companions without preferring one over the other” (267). Igraine escorts Gwenhwyfar to the litter, where she insists on keeping the curtains closed. She notices that every sliver of light and jostle on the road seems to frighten Gwenhwyfar. Gwenhwyfar briefly feels anger at her situation but knows that it is important to “obey her father’s will as if it were the will of God” (267). She spends the rest of the evening fretting about whether or not Arthur will find her beautiful.

Eventually, Igraine suggests that Gwenhwyfar leave the litter to ride with Lancelet, thinking that fresh air will be good for her spirits. Igraine watches the pair from a distance and notices a huge difference in Gwenhwyfar’s temperament and demeanor.

Now one of Gwenhwyfar’s ladies-in-waiting, Morgaine is spinning when she has a vision of blood spilling onto the hearth. A concerned Gwenhwyfar approaches her and asks if her vision was true, but Morgaine assures her it was just a dream. However, Morgaine later predicts that the men will be home in the evening, making Gwenhwyfar skeptical. Gwenhwyfar brushes it off, calling for a great feast for when the men return.

Later in the evening, Arthur returns, disappointed that Gwenhwyfar is not pregnant. The couple has been trying to conceive since their marriage without success. Gwenhwyfar has convinced herself that this is punishment for her secretly coveting Lancelet and for Arthur’s refusal to rule Caerleon under Christianity. As Arthur and Gwenhwyfar prepare for bed, Arthur remarks that Lancelet needs a wife. He suggests Morgaine, which upsets Gwenhwyfar. Angry and disappointed, she tells Arthur he should be ashamed of ruling over a kingdom that supports Druidism. When Arthur reminds her that he has sworn an oath to Avalon and intends to be a king for all people, Gwenhwyfar suggests that he no longer has his priorities in order. She says that people who practice magic are just as barbaric as the Saxons: “The true warfare for a Christian king is only against those who do not follow Christ” (317).

Arthur converts Caerleon into his main military camp. As he strategizes with Lancelet and the other kings, Gwenhwyfar expresses her distaste at Arthur riding under a pagan symbol. She does not believe they should fight on the same side as Avalon, stating that “The Old People are of the enemy, as much as the Saxons, and this will not be a proper Christian land until all those folk are dead or fled into their hills, and their demon gods with them!” (379). Arthur angrily reminds her that he rules for all people. He tells Gwenhwyfar to rest so that she can leave for Camelot in the morning, but she refuses, admitting that she is pregnant.

Gwenhwyfar is allowed to stay in Caerleon. Arthur has promised her that if she bears him a son, he will give her anything, so Gwenhwyfar decides she will ask for his armies to ride under the cross. In preparation, she and Elaine begin working on the banner. When Taliesin visits, She shows him her banner and tells him that she intends for Arthur to adopt it. Taliesin compliments her work, and tells her that like Arthur’s scabbard, it clearly reflects care and prayer.

Gwenhwyfar is plagued with dreams of Morgaine taking her to the Beltane fires to be received by Lancelet. She begs Arthur to ban the ritual, but Taliesin intervenes, saying that the peasants have few other sources of genuine joy and that it would be unfair of Arthur to dictate an individual’s innermost thoughts and beliefs. Gwenhwyfar says that a ruler must use their power to enforce right and wrong.

Arthur leads Gwenhwyfar to the edge of Camelot’s walls. He reflects on his promise and appears apprehensive at his betrayal. Gwenhwyfar is concerned that his head is filled with “pagan nonsense” and reminds him, “[W]hen you turned to the one true God, then did he give you that greatest of victories, so that you drove the Saxons forth from this island for all of time” (427). Arthur says there is no way to guarantee the security of any land forever. As they sit on the wall, they see Kevin riding up to the castle, accompanied by a mysterious figure they eventually recognize as Morgaine, who has been missing for five years. Morgaine does not respond to any questions about where she has been, saying only that she “had ill fortune […] on the road” (429).

Morgause finds herself focused on her cunning and precocious foster son, Gwydion. He demands that she dress in her finest clothing and order the kitchen to make elaborate dishes amuse her, and Morgause wonders if he has the Sight. Her guess is proven to be correct when he heralds the arrival of the Avalon barge, putting his odd requests into context. He comes with her to greet Viviane, Kevin, and Niniane. Kevin has now taken on the title of Merlin of Britain, as Taliesin is too old to do his duties. Niniane has completed her training as a priestess.

The talk turns to Morgaine, and Gwydion asks if they are discussing his mother. Viviane is frustrated, telling Gwydion she knows he has the Sight and that he should not mock it. Viviane tells Morgause that they have come to fetch Gwydion to give him “the ancient teachings and the secret wisdom in Avalon” (468). His background and budding talents suggest that he will be a powerful Druid and great ruler. Viviane tests Gwydion’s control over the Sight and watches as he falls into a trance. He predicts a future of “blood, poured out like the blood of sacrifice on the ancient altars, blood spilt on the throne” (470).

Gwenhwyfar agrees to meet Meleagrant about the dispute over the Summer Country. Morgaine tells Gwenhwyfar not to trust him, but she says that if he is truly her sister he will treat her with respect. When she arrives, she notices that Meleagrant has kept Leodegranz’s hall in poor condition. Unwilling to dine with him, she demands that her escort, Ectorius, take her to her chambers. When they arrive at their destination, Meleagrant suddenly pushes Ectorius down the stairs and locks Gwenhwyfar in a small, dirty room.

Hours pass before Meleagrant returns. Gwenhwyfar tries to escape, and Meleagrant tells her that he intends to take over the kingdom by forcibly marrying her. Gwenhwyfar initially tries to fight back, but when Meleagrant beats and rapes her, she concludes this is punishment for her feelings toward Lancelet: “Oh, but it is no more than I deserve…I who am not a faithful wife, but love another” (515).

Later, Meleagrant storms in, telling Gwenhwyfar to hide. He then collapses, dead from a wound to the head: Morgaine has sent Lancelet to save Gwenhwyfar. Overwhelmed with emotion, she asks Lancelet if he will help her change out of her ruined gown. To her surprise, he begins crying too, kissing her and telling her he is sorry for what she endured.

This will be the first Pentecost feast that Lancelet has attended in two years. Gwenhwyfar and Arthur miss him dearly, and Gwenhwyfar reflects on the sorrow that Morgaine’s actions caused. Arthur tries to comfort her by talking about their future child, saying that Gwenhwyfar might still have children. Gwenhwyfar says they are being punished for their night with Lancelet. She accuses Arthur of loving Lancelet more than he loves her, asking, “Can you say in truth that it was to give me pleasure, or was it for the pleasure of him you loved best of all—?” (547).

Arthur cannot give her a satisfactory answer, and Gwenhwyfar tells him that he should have called his son back from Lothian to live with them. Arthur is confused, informing her that he has no son. Gwenhwyfar tells him what Morgaine told her, and Arthur balks, beginning to put the pieces together. He fetches Morgaine and demands that she tell him if he has a son. As Gwenhwyfar curses Avalon, accusing Arthur of being corrupted by pagan practices, Morgaine admits that she had a son 10 months after the ritual and that he is safe in Avalon. Gwenhwyfar erupts at both of them, telling him Arthur’s secrecy about this has cursed his union with her.

The rising of the supposed Roman Emperor gives Arthur’s Pentecost feast a new weight as an opportunity to fortify his alliances. He also welcomes the chance to see Morgaine, whom he has not seen since her wedding. He proudly talks about Morgaine and Morgause’s duties as queens and near equality with their husbands—a thought that causes Gwenhwyfar to shudder. She still resents what Morgaine did to her and Lancelet.

Morgaine and Uriens present Uwaine to Arthur as a candidate for Companion. Arthur accepts, and Gwenhwyfar is jealous that Morgaine has two sons. Gareth approaches asking for Gwydion, but Morgaine brusquely responds that he is training in Avalon. Gareth asks if he is Lancelet’s son, and Morgaine excuses herself. She then has a hostile confrontation with Kevin, whom she has not seen since Viviane’s death. She calls him a traitor, but he tells her she cannot say that “when Viviane’s high seat is empty in Avalon” (617). Morgaine silently agrees, now understanding that she was given to Arthur in the Great Marriage so that she could influence his mind and policy. Kevin tells her that she must return to Avalon, and she says that she and Accolon are doing the work of the Isle from Uriens’s court.

Part 4: “The Prisoner in the Oak”

Part 4, Chapter 1 Summary

Morgaine is back in North Wales, bored and alone, missing Accolon, whom the Sight told her must gain Arthur’s trust. Morgaine creates a fine dinner for Uwaine, who will be returning from a campaign later in the evening. As the family waits for his arrival, Uriens asks her what she thinks of the oak grove. His priest, Father Eian, wants it razed to discourage pagan behavior. Morgaine convinces him to preserve it, but he tells her that the devout Avalloch may cut it down anyway when he takes the throne.

Uriens is helped to the dining hall, as he is still weak from a fever. To Morgaine’s surprise, Accolon returns with Uwaine. Uwaine tells them of his most recent military endeavor. He hopes that Morgaine can reduce the swelling of a scar on his face so that he might be handsome enough for Shana, a Cornish girl in Arthur’s court. Uwaine wants to marry Shana so that Cornwall and Tintagel will once again be in Morgaine’s hands. Uriens resolves to talk to Arthur about this the next time he sees him.

Part 4: “The Prisoner in the Oak”

Part 4, Chapter 4 Summary

The night before Pentecost, Gwenhwyfar frets over Galahad, who is to be made a knight at the feast. When the guests arrive, Arthur finds Morgaine and Uriens. Uriens tells Arthur that Accolon is now second in line for the throne. Galahad and Lancelet ask how Nimue is, but Morgaine can only say that she is presumed well.

Galahad takes his place between Arthur and Gwenhwyfar, and Arthur tells him he is excited to have him as a knight and a member of the court. The arrival of a mysterious young man who bears an incredible resemblance to Lancelet interrupts them. Morgause escorts the young man and introduces him as Morgaine’s son, Gwydion. Galahad is eager to make friends but takes offense when Gwydion jokes about hating him. Gwenhwyfar can’t help but think of the similarities between Gwydion and Morgaine: “[H]e actually took pleasure in the discomfort of the people around the table […] he was Morgaine’s son, if only in that touch of malice” (690).

The Companions discuss Galahad’s upcoming vigil, and Gwydion remarks that it is a different form of the pagan kingmaking rituals. As Galahad protests, Accolon mentions that he will ensure that they continue when he takes over Uriens’s throne.

As Morgaine prepares for bed, she begins to feel sick. She has a dream of finding a baby and wakes up horrified to realize she is pregnant. Morgaine is past the age where she can safely give birth and it is all too likely that the child is Accolon’s. Questioned about her lack of appetite at breakfast, she simply says she had too much wine to drink and excuses herself.

Kevin visits her in her chambers, telling her she was wrong to reproach Arthur about Excalibur. He tells her that since all Gods are one, Christianity has a place alongside Druidism. Morgaine retorts that Christianity has no tolerance for any of the other Gods. Kevin says this thinking is a symptom of a “deep change in the way men now look at the world, as if one truth should drive out another—as if whatever is not their truth, must be falsehood” (726). Morgaine disagrees, saying that Christianity’s intolerance will rid the world of any truth besides their own. Kevin asks her to put their differences aside and says that he will always love her. He tells her that the Goddess made Arthur king, and that if he was truly offending her will, she would remove his title.

Nimue begins the slow work of gaining Kevin’s trust. Since she spent most of her time in Avalon in seclusion, she is confident that he will not recognize her. She believes that as a beautiful young woman, she will easily seduce him and enact Morgaine’s plan. To her surprise, however, she forms a genuine connection with him, bonding over a shared love of music. However, Nimue remains determined and tells Kevin to meet her outside during the New Moon so that they can have sex. Kevin, being trained in the ways of Avalon, knows this time is significant but is too enamored to care. She is able to trick him into saying he is hers the moment the moon changes, which puts him in a trance. Nimue feels triumphant at her accomplishment but genuinely broken-hearted at the thought that she did such a cruel thing to someone she came to love.

Before Kevin is confined to the oak tree, he tells Morgaine that he has acted for the Goddess. He explains that “the day of Avalon is ended. […] Would you then take the Holy Regalia with you into that darkness, preserving it carefully against the dawning of a new day that now shall never be?” (800).

With the Companions on their respective Grail quests, Arthur stalks the castle. He worries that none of them will return but takes comfort in the presence of Mordred and Cai, who was too old to seek the Grail. Arthur asks Mordred to be the captain of his horses in Lancelet’s absence. Mordred tells Arthur that Camelot’s wartime achievements will cement its legacy. He asks for permission to seek horses from Spain and Africa, and Arthur briefly wonders if he is giving him too much power. Gwenhwyfar accuses Arthur of setting up Mordred for the throne, but he reminds her that the priests would not accept him due to his parentage. However, he asks if “it be better that no good of any kind should come from the sin [he] did with Morgaine” or if he should “be grateful that, since the sin was done and there’s no going back to innocence, God has given [him] a good son in return for that evil?” (833). He believes that Mordred will make a good king one day.

Slowly but surely, the knights begin returning. Many

had visions dissuading them from seeking out the

Grail. 

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was the memory of her dream, Morgaine was tempted to step inside … she could hardly believe she would not see
Lancelet there, struck down by the magical brilliance of the Grail … but no. She had no business there, and she
would not intrude on their God; and if indeed the Grail was there, it had gone beyond her reach.

Yet the dream remained with her. Had it been sent as a warning? Lancelet was younger than she herself was … she
knew not how time ran in the outer world. Avalon, now, had gone so far into the mists that it might be with Avalon as
it had been with the fairy country when she was young -while a single year passed within Avalon, three or five or
even seven years might have run by in the outer world. And so what it had come to her to do should be done now,
while she could still come and go between the worlds.

She knelt before the Holy Thom, whispering a soft prayer to the Goddess, and asking leave of the tree; then she cut a
slip for planting. It was not the first time: in these last years, whenever one had come to Avalon and returned to the
outside world, wandering Druid or pilgrim priest … for a few of them could still come to the ancient chapel on
Avalon … she had sent with him a slip of the Holy Thom, so that it might still blossom in the world outside. But this
she must do with her own hands.

Never, except at Arthur’s crowning, had she set foot on the other island … except, perhaps, for that day when the
mists had opened, and Gwenhwy-far had somehow fallen or wandered through. But now, deliberately, she called the
barge, and when it was out in the Lake, sent it into the mists, so that when it glided forth into the sunlight again, she
could see the long shadow of the church lying over the Lake, and hear the soft tolling of a bell. She saw her followers
shrink from the sound, and knew that here, too, they would not follow her, nor set foot. So be it, then; the last thing
she wished for was to have the priests on that isle staring in fear and dread at the barge from Avalon. Unseen, they
glided toward the shore and unseen she stepped onto the land, watching the black-draped barge vanish again into the
mists. And then, the basket over her arm-like any old market woman or peddler come here on pilgrimage, she
thought- she went silently up the path from the shore.

Only a hundred years or less, certainly less in Avalon, that these worlds have diverged; yet already the world here is
different. The trees were different, and the paths, and she stopped, bewildered, at the foot of a little hill-surely there
was nothing like this on Avalon? She had somehow thought the land would be the same, only the buildings different,
for they were, after all, the same island, separated only by some magical change … but now she saw that they were
very different.

And then she saw, winding down the hill toward the little church, a procession of robed monks, and they bore with
them, toward the church, a body on its bier.

So I saw truly, then, even though I thought it a dream. She stopped, and as the monks brought the body to rest before
taking it into the church, she went forward and drew back the pall from the dead face.

Lancelet’s face was drawn and lined, far older than when they had parted … she did not want to think how much
older. But she saw that only for a moment; then what she saw on his face was only the sweet and marvelous look of
peace. He lay smiling, looking so far beyond her that she knew on what his dying eyes had rested.

She whispered, “So at last you found your Grail.”

One of the monks who carried him said, “Perhaps you knew him in the world, sister?” and she knew that in her dark
garb, he thought her one of them.

“He was a-a kinsman of mine.”

Cousin, lover, friend … but that was long ago. At the end we were priestess and priest.

“I thought as much,” said the monk, “for they called him Lancelet at the court of Arthur, in the old days, but here
among us we called him Galahad. He had been with us for many years, and he was made priest but a few days ago.”
So far you came in your search for a God who would not mock you, my cousin!

The monks who carried him raised him again to their shoulders. The one who had spoken with her said, “Pray for his
soul, sister,” and she bowed her head. She could not feel grief; not now, when she had seen the reflection of that
faraway light on his face.

But she would not follow him into the church. Here the veil is thin. Here Galahad knelt, and saw the light of the Grail
in the other chapel, the chapel on Avalon, and reached for it, reached through the worlds, and so died … .

And here at last Lancelet has come to follow his son.

Morgaine walked slowly along the path, half ready to abandon what she had come to do. What difference did it make
now? But as she paused, irresolute, an old gardener, kneeling at one of the beds of flowers behind the path, raised his
head and spoke to her. “1 know you not, sister, you are not one of those who dwell here,” he said. “Are you a
pilgrim?”

Not as the man thought; but so she was, in a way. “I seek the burial place of my kinswoman-she was the Lady of the
Lake-”

“Ah yes, that was many, many years ago, in the reign of our good King Arthur,” he said. “It lies yonder, where
pilgrims to the island may see it. And from it, the path leads up to the convent of the sisters, and if you are hungry,
sister, they will give you something to eat there.”

Has it come to this, that I look like a beggar? But the man had meant no harm, so she thanked him, and walked in the
direction he had pointed out.

Arthur had built for Viviane a noble tomb indeed. But what lay there was not Viviane; nothing lay there but bones,
slowly returning to the earth from which they had come … and all things at last give up their body and their spirit
into the keeping of the Lady again … .

Why had it made so much difference to her? Viviane was not there. Yet when she stood with bent head before the
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cairn, she was weeping.

After a time, a woman in a dark robe not unlike her own, with a white veil over her head, approached her. “Why do
you weep, sister? She who lies here is at peace and in God’s hands, she has no need of mourning. But maybe she was
one of your kin?”

Morgaine nodded, bending her head against the tears.

“We pray always for her,” said the nun, “for, though I do not know her name, she was said to be the friend and
benefactor of our good King Arthur in the days that were gone.” She lowered her head and murmured some prayer or
other, and even as she prayed, bells rang out, and Morgaine drew back. So, in place of the harps of Avalon, Viviane
had only these clanging bells and doleful psalms?

Never did I think I would stand side by side with one of these Christian nuns, joining with her in prayer. But then she
remembered what Lancelet had said in her dream.

Take this cup, you who have served the Goddess. For all the Gods are One …

“Come up to the cloister with me, sister,” said the nun, smiling and laying a hand on her arm. “You must be hungry
and weary.”

Morgaine went with her to the gates of their cloister, but would not go in. “I am not hungry,” she said, “but if I might
have a drink of water-”

“Of course.” The woman in black beckoned, and a young girl came and brought a pitcher of water, which she poured
into a cup. And she said, as Morgaine lifted it to her lips, “We drink only the water of the chalice well-it is a holy
place, you know.”

It was like Viviane’s voice in her ears: The priestesses drink only the water of the Sacred Well.

The nun and the young girl, robed in black, turned and bent their heads before a woman who came from the cloister,
and the nun who had guided her said, “This is our abbess.”

Morgaine thought, Somewhere I have seen her. But even as the thought crossed her mind, the woman said,
“Morgaine, you do not know me? We thought you long dead … ”

Morgaine smiled at her, troubled. “I am sorry-I do not-”

“No, you would not remember me,” said the abbess, “though I saw you, now and again, at Camelot; 1 was so much
younger. My name is Lionors. I was married to Gareth, and when all my children were grown, I came here-here to
end my days. Did you come to Lancelet’s funeral, then?” She smiled and said, “I should indeed have said Father
Galahad, but it is hard to remember, and now he is in Heaven it will not matter.” She smiled again. “I know not now
even who is King, or whether Camelot still stands-there is war in the land again, it is not as it was in Arthur’s time.
That all seems so very long ago,” she added with detachment.

“I came here to visit Viviane’s grave. She is buried here-do you remember?”

“I have seen the tomb,” said the abbess, “but it was before ever I came to Camelot.”

“I have a favor to beg of you,” Morgaine said, and touched the basket on her arm. “This is the Holy Thom that grows
on the hills of Avalon, where it is said that the foster-father of Christ struck his staff into the ground and it blossomed
there. I would plant a cutting of this thorn tree on her grave.”

“Plant it if you will,” said Lionors. “I cannot see how anyone could object to that. It seems right to me that it should
be here in the world, and not hidden away in Avalon.”

She looked at Morgaine, dismayed.

“Avalon! Have you come here from that unholy land?”

Morgaine thought. Once I would have been angry with her. “Unholy it is not, whatever the priests say, Lionors,” she
said gently. “Think-would the foster-father of Christ have stmck his staff there if the land had seemed to him evil? Is
not the Holy Spirit everywhere?”

The woman bowed her head. “You are right. I will send novices to help you with the planting.”

Morgaine would sooner have been alone, but she knew it was a kindly thought. The novices seemed no more than
children to Morgaine, girls of nineteen or twenty, so young that she wondered-forgetting that she herself had been
made priestess when she was eighteen-how they could possibly know enough of spiritual things to choose lives like
this. She had thought nuns in Christian convents would be sad and doleful, ever conscious of what the priests said
about the sinfulness of being bom women, but these were innocent and merry as robins, talking gaily to Morgaine of
their new chapel and bidding her rest her knees while they dug the hole for the cutting.

“And it is your kinswoman who is buried here?” asked one of the girls. “Can you read what it says? I never thought I
would leam to read, for my mother said it was not suitable, but when I came here, they told me 1 must be able to read
in the mass book, and so now 1 can read in Latin! Look,” she said proudly, and read: ” ‘King Arthur made this tomb
for his kinswoman and benefactress, the Lady of the Lake, slain by treachery at his court in Camelot’-I cannot read
the date, but it was a long time ago.”

“She must have been a very holy woman,” said another of the girls, “for Arthur, they say, was the best and the most
Christian of all kings. He would never have had any woman buried here unless she was a saint!”

Morgaine smiled; they reminded her of the girls in the House of Maidens. “I would not call her a saint, though I loved
her. In her day, there were those who called her a wicked sorceress.”

“King Arthur would never have a wicked sorceress buried here among holy people,” said the girl. “And as for
sorcery-well, there are ignorant priests and ignorant people, who are all too ready to cry sorcery if a woman is only a
little wiser than they are! Are you going to stay and take the veil here, Mother?” she asked, and Morgaine, for a
moment startled at the word, realized that they were speaking to her with the same deference and respect as any of

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her own maidens in the House of Maidens, as if she were an elder among them.

“I am vowed elsewhere, my daughter.”

“Is your convent as nice as this one? Mother Lionors is a kind woman,” the girl said, “and we are all very happy here-
once we had a woman among our sisters who had been a queen. And I know we will go to Heaven, all of us,” said the
girl with a smile, “but if you have taken vows elsewhere, I am sure that is a good place, too. Only I thought you might
perhaps want to stay here, so that you could pray for the soul of your kinswoman who lies buried here.” The girl rose
and dusted off her dark dress. “Now you may plant your cutting, Mother … or would you like me to set it in the
earth?”

“No, I will do it,” said Morgaine, and knelt to press the soft soil around the roots of the plant. As she rose, the girl
said, “If you wish, Mother, I will promise to come here and say a prayer every Sunday for your kinswoman.”

For some absurd reason, Morgaine felt that tears were coming to her eyes. “Prayer is always a good thing. I am
grateful to you, daughter.”

“And you, in your convent, wherever it may be, you must pray for us too,” said the girl simply, taking Morgaine’s
hand as she rose. “Here, Mother, let me brush the dirt from your gown. Now you must come and see our chapel.”

For a moment Morgaine was inclined to protest. She had sworn when last she left Arthur’s court that she would never
again enter any Christian church; but this girl was so much like one of her own young priestesses that she would not
profane the name by which the girl knew her God. She let the girl lead her inside the church.

In that other world, she thought, that church where the ancient Christians worship must stand on this very spot; some
holiness from Avalon must surely come through the worlds, through the mists … she did not kneel or cross herself,
but she bent her head before the high altar of the church; and then the girl tugged gently at her hand.

“Come,” she said. “The high altar is of God and I am a little afraid here always … but you have not seen our chapel-
the sisters’ chapel … come, Mother.”

Morgaine followed the young girl into the small side chapel. There were flowers here, armfuls of apple blossom,
before a statue of a veiled woman crowned with a halo of light; and in her arms she bore a child. Morgaine drew a
shaking breath and bowed her head before the Goddess.

The girl said, “Here we have the Mother of Christ, Mary the Sinless. God is so great and terrible I am always afraid
before his altar, but here in the chapel of Mary, we who are her avowed virgins may come to her as our Mother, too.
And look, here we have little statues of our saints, Mary who loved Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair, and
Martha who cooked dinner for him and scolded her sister when she would not cook with her -I like to think of Jesus
when he was a real man who would do something for his mother, when he changed the water into wine at that
wedding, so she wouldn’t be unhappy because there wasn’t enough wine for everyone. And here is a very old statue
that our bishop gave us, from his native country … one of their saints, her name is Brigid … ”

Morgaine looked on the statue of Brigid, and she could feel the power coming from it in great waves that permeated
the chapel. She bowed her head.

But Brigid is not a Christian saint, she thought, even if Patricius thinks so. That is the Goddess as she is worshipped
in Ireland. And I know it, and even if they think otherwise, these women know the power of the Immortal. Exile her
as they may, she will prevail. The Goddess will never withdraw herself from mankind.

And Morgaine bowed her head and whispered the first sincere prayer she had ever spoken in any Christian church.
“Why, look,” said the novice, as she brought her out of doors into the daylight, “we have one of the Holy Thom here
too, not the one you planted on your kinswoman’s grave.”

And I thought I could meddle in this? Morgaine thought. Surely, the holy thing had brought itself from Avalon,
moving, as the hallows were withdrawn from Avalon, into the world of men where it was most needed. It would
remain hidden in Avalon, but it would be shown here in the world as well. “Yes, you have the Holy Thom, and in
days to come, as long as this land shall last, every queen shall be given the Holy Thorn at Christmas, in token of her
who is queen in Heaven as in Avalon.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Mother, but thank you for your blessing,” said the young novice. “The
abbess is awaiting you in the guesthouse-she will take breakfast with you. But would you like, perhaps, to stay in the
Lady’s chapel first and pray awhile? Sometimes when you are alone with the Holy Mother, she can make things clear
to you.”

Morgaine nodded, unable to speak, and the girl said, “Very well. When you are ready, just come to the guesthouse.”
She pointed, and Morgaine went back into the chapel and bowed her head, and giving way at last, sank to her knees.
“Mother,” she whispered, “forgive me. I thought I must do what I now see you can do for yourself. The Goddess is
within us, yes, but now I know that you are in the world too, now and always, just as you are in Avalon and in the
hearts of all men and women. Be in me too now, and guide me, and tell me when I need only let you do your will …

She was silent, kneeling, for a long time, her head bowed, but then, as if compelled, she looked up, and as she had
seen it on the altar of the ancient Christian brotherhood in Avalon, as she had seen it when she bore it in Arthur’s hall,
she saw a light on the altar, and in the Lady’s hands- and the shadow, only the shadow, of a chalice …

It is in Avalon, but it is here. It is everywhere. And those who have need of a sign in this world will see it always.
There was a sweet scent that did not come from the flowers; and for an instant it seemed to Morgaine that it was
Igraine’s voice that whispered to her … but she could not hear the words … and Igraine’s hands that touched her
head. As she rose, blinded by tears, suddenly it rushed over her, like a great light.

No, we did not fail. What I said to comfort Arthur in his dying, it was all true. I did the Mother’s work in Avalon until
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at last those who came after us might bring her into this world. 1 did not fail. I did what she had given me to do. It
was not she but I in my pride who thought I should have done more.

Outside the chapel, sunlight lay on the land, and there was a fresh scent of spring in the air. Where the apple trees
moved in the morning breeze, she could see the blossoms that would bear fruit in their season.

She turned her face toward the guesthouse. Should she go there and breakfast with the nuns, speak perhaps of the old
days at Camelot? Morgaine smiled gently. No. She was filled with the same tenderness for them as for the budding
apple trees, but that time was past. She turned her back on the convent and walked down to the Lake, along the old
path by the shore. Here was a place where the veil lying between the worlds was thin. She needed no longer to
summon the barge-she need only step through the mists here, and be in Avalon.

Her work was done.

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Growing up in the Los Angeles ghetto of Watts, Foster gets out by going to the California Technical Institute and subsequently lands a job at Stark Industries in Baltimore. Later, when Henry Pym becomes “trapped at a height of 10 feet because of an unstable growing serum,” biochemist Foster comes to his aid. Perfecting the serum, he uses it to duplicate Pym’s growth powers. With a nudge from Pym, Foster decides to become a costumed crimefighter and keep the streets of Los Angeles safe for regular size folk.

Bill Foster was born in Watts, Los Angeles, California. Biochemist Dr. Bill Foster worked in the Plans and Research Division for Tony Stark’s Baltimore factory. He was hired to be the lab assistant of Dr. Hank Pym (aka Giant-Man). Pym was stuck at the height of ten feet for a time and Dr. Foster helped him find a cure to change his size back to normal.

Dr. Foster moved to the West Coast and at some point acquired the formula to “Pym particles” which gave him the ability to grow in size like his former employer. Taking the name Black Goliath, he came under the control of the Circus of Crime, but was freed by Luke Cage who had come to rescue Claire Temple, Foster’s ex-wife and now Cage’s girlfriend. As Black Goliath he fought criminals such as Atom Smasher, Warhawk, Stilt-Man and the Hijacker. Black Goliath later assisted the Champions of Los Angeles, then joined the group part-time as their technical advisor. After the Champions disbanded, Black Goliath, along with a large group of other heroes, joined the Defenders for only one mission before quitting the group.

Dr. Foster later joined the staff of Project Pegasus, the U.S. government’s semi-secret energy research facility. While there he revealed his identity of Black Goliath to the Thing, who at the time was working for Project: Pegasus. In the process of answering an emergency alarm, Foster decided to change his name to Giant-Man at Ben’s suggestion. After working at Project: Pegasus for a short time Foster revealed that he was dying from radiation poisoning he contracted in his earlier fight with Atom-Smasher. Some time later, while on his death bed, Foster’s radiation poisoning was cured by a blood transfusion from Spider-Woman, who at the time was immune to radiation, but lost that immunity after giving Foster the transfusion.

After being cured, Foster gave up the Giant-Man identity for a long time. He finally returned as Giant-Man when he assisted the West Coast Avengers in their battle against the High Evolutionary in the Savage Land during the Evolutionary War. Giant-Man later defeated Ant-Man’s old foe Doctor Nemesis and Goliath in their scheme.

Foster soon gave up the Giant-Man identity and Hank Pym subsequently took it back for himself. Not too long after that, Goliath’s ionic powers were disrupted in a battle against the West Coast Avengers. This caused an energy disruption which allowed a race of extra-dimensional creatures, the Kosmosians, to attack Earth. Although the creatures were ultimately repelled, the energy disruption and effects on the Pym Particles affected all who had ever been exposed to them, except Pym himself, causing them to lose control of their growth and/or shrinking powers.

After losing his powers, Dr. Foster joined the staff of the Centers for Disease Control. In this capacity he helped the Avengers deal with a bio-weapon released near Mount Rushmore.

Foster donned the identity of Goliath again (along with a new costume and without the modifying “Black”) to first help the Thing deal with a supervillain (along with hitting him up for a research grant), then helped Spider-Man track down the Hulk in order for Bruce Banner to possibly deal with Spidey’s cellular degeneration.

During the superhuman Civil War, Foster was a member of Captain America’s anti-registration Secret Avengers, adopting the alias of Rockwell Dodsworth. He subsequently appeared briefly amongst the cavalcade of other African-American super-heroes attending the wedding of the Black Panther and Storm.

Foster was killed by a clone of Thor during a battle between the Secret Avengers and Iron Man’s pro-registration forces. Since it wasn’t possible to reduce his body to normal size, he was buried as a giant, with Tony Stark (Iron Man) paying for the thirty-eight burial plots required to accommodate him. His death affected the balance of forces in the war, leading several previously pro-Registration figures to change sides, most notably the Invisible Woman, the Human Torch, the Black Panther, Storm and Spider-Man as well as many others questioning Iron Man’s cause.

Bill Foster was last seen in Pluto’s realm, refusing to accept death’s embrace while holding out possible hope for a resurrection.

Biochemistry: Bill Foster is an expert in the field of Biochemstry sometimes called biological chemistry, and is the study of chemical processes within and relating to living organisms. He has Amazing Reason in the field and is considered a peer to Hank Pym and Reed Richards, much like his nephew Tom.

Medicine: Bill, due to the cancer that he had for a while, studied medicine and has Remarkable Reason in the field of medicine, prescription drugs and surgery. Should he have to render first aid to someone he can stop a character that has reached ‘0’ health from losing any more endurance ranks and keep them stable.

Military: Bill was once in the military, evidently it wasn’t to his liking so he used the G.I. bill to go to college and get his degrees. Despite that fact he has Excellent Reason in when it came to protocol, regulations and equipment used by the U.S. military.

Black Goliath was Bill Foster – described as “a child of the ghetto who has pulled himself out of the Los Angeles slums to become director of one of the nation’s most prestigious research labs” and who could now turn himself into a 15-foot-giant. He first appeared in a few Avengers issues as a civilian back in the 1960s before turning up with super-growing powers in a few issues of Luke Cage, Power Man. 

But his hyped 1976 solo comic lasted a mere five issues, failing to ever get out of first gear. He fought nondescript villains like “Atom Smasher” and “Vulcan” (plus the towering Stilt-Man, which was actually a pretty clever match-up) and plotlines were teased but never fully explored. 

Black Goliath never quite got a chance. After his series was cut short, Black Goliath briefly popped up as a member of second-tier superhero team The Champions before they too got cancelled. 

Years later, Foster turned up as a supporting character in Marvel Two-In-One starring The Thing, where he was slowly dying from radiation poisoning and eventually cured. It was at this point he changed his hero name from Black Goliath to plain Giant-Man, at the Thing’s suggestion. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious that you’re black – and if I remember my Sunday school lessons, Goliath was a bad guy,” he noted. 

He moped around for a while, but Black Goliath/Giant-Man’s defining characteristic in his appearances always seemed to be that he never made the ‘big time.’ He tended to lose fights a lot. Too much of the time he appeared, his major defining characteristic was an inferiority complex, which was a bummer – as a successful Black biochemist in that era, Bill Foster could have been written a bit more uplifting (literally and figuratively). 

Kind of like another favourite obscure 1970s hero fave of mine, Omega The Unknown, Black Goliath is kind of a failure at the job. 

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THUNDER Agents premiered in 1965 and was an attempt to cash in on two of the biggest trends in popular culture at the time: super heroes and spies. (If the creators could have found a way to work Beatles music into the series, I’m sure they would have.) It was published by Tower, a newcomer to the industry, one of the short-lived companies who tried to stake out a position in the market due to the heightened interest in super heroes. They and the series only lasted about four years, shuttering quietly in 1969 after 20 issues of THUNDER AGENTS and assorted other comics. One of the things that set the Tower releases apart from much of the market was the fact that they insisted in releasing their books in the oversized “annual” format and priced at a quarter, more than twice what a regular comic book cost at that time. This can’t have helped them in terms of parting kids from their loose change. But it does mean that every issue of THUNDER AGENTS was a cornucopia of good art and fun stories.

THUNDER AGENTS opened on a simple premise: mankind is under siege by a mysterious figure known as the Warlord, who possesses an army of shock troops and super-scientific technology. it will turn out in the issues ahead that he was the leader of a subterranean civilization that desired the surface world. To meet this threat, the nations of the world had formed T.H.U.N.D.E.R.: The Higher United Nations Defense Enforcement Reserve. THUNDER was the GIJOE to the Warlord’s Cobra Commander. The organization was well-financed and began to develop super-weapons of their own to counter the Warlord’s schemes. But before anything more than the prototype devices could be created, Professor Jennings is killed in a Warlord attack–leaving THUNDER with a trio of devices designed to give its operatives superhuman abilities, but no way to duplicate or mass-manufacture them. As such a trio of THUNDER’s operatives are selected to be the group’s super-agents and put their lives on the line to use Jennings’ discoveries to battle back the enemy.

The most popular of the THUNDER Agents, and Wood’s favorite (and the character whose strip he most often worked on) was Dynamo. He’d intended to be called Thunderbolt, but the release of Charlton’s character of that same name scotched those plans. Dynamo was Len Brown (named after his scriptwriter by Wood), a working class stiff who was nonetheless a secret agent for THUNDER who was given a transformative belt that would give him superhuman strength and durability for 30 minutes at a go. Wood cast him very much in the style of the early Joe Shuster Superman, and delighted at having Dynamo tear through a horde of enemies or evidence his spectacular strength and durability. The second THUNDER Agent was perhaps the most unique.

 This was NoMan, himself an ancient scientist, the head of a program to develop artificial android bodies. His mind was not only transferred into one of these bodies, but it could switch freely between them–making him functionally immortal so long as he had another android form to move his consciousness into. NoMan was also given an invisibility cloak from the stash of gizmos that Professor Jennings had developed, to increase his effectiveness (although only one android body could wear the cloak at any given time–so if it got pulverized, as NoMan’s bodies generally tended to be, the cloak would need to be retrieved.)

THUNDER AGENTS opened on a simple premise: mankind is under siege by a mysterious figure known as the Warlord, who possesses an army of shock troops and super-scientific technology. it will turn out in the issues ahead that he was the leader of a subterranean civilization that desired the surface world. To meet this threat, the nations of the world had formed T.H.U.N.D.E.R.: The Higher United Nations Defense Enforcement Reserve. THUNDER was the GIJOE to the Warlord’s Cobra Commander. The organization was well-financed and began to develop super-weapons of their own to counter the Warlord’s schemes. But before anything more than the prototype devices could be created, Professor Jennings is killed in a Warlord attack–leaving THUNDER with a trio of devices designed to give its operatives superhuman abilities, but no way to duplicate or mass-manufacture them. As such a trio of THUNDER’s operatives are selected to be the group’s super-agents and put their lives on the line to use Jennings’ discoveries to battle back the enemy.

The most popular of the THUNDER Agents, and Wood’s favorite (and the character whose strip he most often worked on) was Dynamo. He’d intended to be called Thunderbolt, but the release of Charlton’s character of that same name scotched those plans. Dynamo was Len Brown (named after his scriptwriter by Wood), a working class stiff who was nonetheless a secret agent for THUNDER who was given a transformative belt that would give him superhuman strength and durability for 30 minutes at a go. Wood cast him very much in the style of the early Joe Shuster Superman, and delighted at having Dynamo tear through a horde of enemies or evidence his spectacular strength and durability. The second THUNDER Agent was perhaps the most unique. This was NoMan, himself an ancient scientist, the head of a program to develop artificial android bodies. His mind was not only transferred into one of these bodies, but it could switch freely between them–making him functionally immortal so long as he had another android form to move his consciousness into. NoMan was also given an invisibility cloak from the stash of gizmos that Professor Jennings had developed, to increase his effectiveness (although only one android body could wear the cloak at any given time–so if it got pulverized, as NoMan’s bodies generally tended to be, the cloak would need to be retrieved.)

The third THUNDER Agent was John Janus, a top-of -the-line cadet who earned the right to wield Professor Jennings’ mental command helmet in the guise of Menthor. But it turned out that THUNDER’s screening process wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Janus was secretly an agent of the Warlord, infiltrating the organization to destroy it from within. (his name might have been a tip-off to them.) However, whenever he would don the Menthor helmet, his demeanor would change, and he’d become a thorough good guy, dedicated to bringing down the Warlord and his forces. This dual personality was swiftly abandoned in subsequent stories, which is a shame–it was probably the most interesting thing about the character. He was the least successful of the initial THUNDER Agents, and in a shocking turn of events for the time, he was killed off for real in issue #7, giving his life to protect his fellow super-agents from harm. The fourth strip in the initial book was THUNDER Squad, which featured a non-powered team of THUNDER Agents very much in the mode of the Challengers of the Unknown or the Howling Commandos. There were five of them, each one a broadly-drawn type: Guy, the leader, Dynamite, the kinda dim big guy, Egghead, the brain, Kitten, the girl, and Weed, the slightly weaselly safecracker and escape artist. Their series was the least popular thing in the magazine, and so in issue #4, Guy was given an acceleration costume that turned him into the fourth super-agent, super-swift Lightning.

The thing that really set THUNDER AGENTS apart from the other titles on the stands in the mid-1960s was the quality of the artwork. Led by Wood himself, this first issue included contributions from Reed Crandall, Gil Kane, George Tuska, Mike Sekowsky, and Dan Adkins, and future issues would include stories by Steve Ditko, Manny Stallman, Ogden Whitney, Paul Reinman and many others. The focus here was on art over story–the THUNDER Agents stories tended to be less wordy than the Marvel books of the same period. This first issue laid out the origin of each of the main THUNDER Agents in solo adventures, then brought them all together for the climax (in the manner of a Justice Society story in ALL-STAR COMICS) to rescue the fallen Dynamo, who had been captured by the Warlord’s right-hand woman, the Iron Maiden. She was one of the best-remembered female characters from this age, a true femme fatale who contended with Dynamo and the THUNDER Agents on several occasions and was popular enough on her own that she could have headlined her own series. Needless to say, this initial issue made me a full-on fan of the THUNDER Agents, and I went on to collect the entire series over the course of the next couple of years. This was a great comic book end to end.

                            T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents

Run: 20 issues

T.H.U.N.D.E.R. is an acronym for The Higher United Nations Defense Enforcement Reserves. They were founded after World War II to deal with secret, subversive threats that the above-board United Nations forces couldn’t handle.

Our adventure begins when agents of T.H.U.N.D.E.R. try to save a brilliant scientist, Dr. Jennings, from “enemy agents.” They fail, but Jennings left behind a bunch of fancy gadgets, including a power belt, a cloak of invisibility, and a mind control helmet. T.H.U.N.D.E.R. distributes these gadgets to its finest agents, creating a small super-powered army to fight foes like the Subterraneans, an underground civilization rightfully upset about atomic weapons testing destroying their city, and S.P.I.D.E.R., an evil counterpart to T.H.U.N.D.E.R..

Jennings also left no instruction manual, so the agents have to figure things out as they go along, which is always fun.

Each issue featured multiple stories starring different agents, including:

Menthor

Menthor, despite the stupid name, had the most potential as a character. He was originally a double agent sent by the villainous Warlord, but the power of the mind-reading helmet he was given tapped into the goodness within him, turning him into a good guy whenever he put the helmet on. When he took it off, he forgot everything and reverted to low-level lackey John Janus.

Unfortunately, they squandered this concept’s potential right away. By Issue 2, Janus became a real good guy and defected to T.H.U.N.D.E.R.. He apparently wasn’t all that popular among fans as he was killed off at the end of Issue 7. His death was pretty brutal by 1966 standards, too: he was shot multiple times and then electrocuted. Yowch.

But did he smell minty fresh?

Raven

After Menthor’s death, he was semi-replaced by the Raven, a mercenary who joined mostly to get his hands on some flying tech that he could sell to the bad guys. After being rescued by the agents, he instantly reformed. That sounds familiar.

Raven’s stories are bizarre compared to the other features in this comic: the art style and tone are markedly different. His first foe is Mayven, a woman who controls child-shaped dolls that explode. If you’re into the weirder ’60s art styles, this may be the feature for you.

T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Squad

The T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Squad is basically Mission: Impossible with fewer Black people — in other words, they’re spies, not superheroes. The team did not have powers, but they did have some amazing names: Guy, Egghead, Dynamite, Kitten, and Weed. Weed.

Dynamo

Run: 4 issues

Len Brown — which is also the name of the writer who co-created the book with Wally Wood — was a young T.H.U.N.D.E.R. agent who became the recipient of a power-bestowing belt. Said belt granted him superior density, strength, and durability for up to half an hour at a time.

While Dynamo is physically the strongest, he is young and hot-headed and therefore susceptible to mental attacks. He could also be lazy, and he was perpetually embroiled in a love triangle (or rather, a love pentagon) with good-girl secretary Alice and various femmes fatale.

I count references to Shazam, Stan Lee, and Get Smart all in these three panels. Amazing.

But, showing off his flexibility, Dynamo was a convincing subject for more serious stories, including one from T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents in which his constant battling results in PTSD (“combat fatigue,” as it was called then). Fortunately, T.H.U.N.D.E.R. has a cure for that.

NoMan

Run: 2 issues

The hero known as NoMan was originally an elderly scientist, Anthony Dunn, in poor health. He figured out how to transfer his consciousness into a blue-skinned android, transforming him into a hero. He could now move at will between different android bodies, making him basically immortal, and turn invisible thanks to a cloak developed by the late Dr. Jennings.

This origin made for some compelling moments of angst, wherein NoMan regretted his lost humanity and wished to be normal again. In a couple stories, both in T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents, this resulted in drastic action, like the time he kidnapped a young woman in the hopes of marrying her and thus feeling more human — this despite the fact that he is really in his 70s. Kidnap someone your own age, you creep.

(I am kidding. Do not kidnap anyone.)

Undersea Agent

Run: 6 issues

This is the weakest link in the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents universe. It had nothing to do with the rest of the books, except a tortured acronym. (U.N.D.E.R.S.E.A. stands for United Nations Department of Experiment and Research Systems Established at Atlantis.) It’s lightly implied that there’s a rivalry between the two organizations: when Undersea Agent 1 gains electromagnetic powers in Issue 2, U.N.D.E.R.S.E.A. is happy about it because it means they finally have a superpowered, T.H.U.N.D.E.R.-style agent of their own.

Undersea Agent 1 (and, for all intents and purposes, the only Undersea Agent) is really Lieutenant Davy Jones, who is stationed at an underwater base (in Atlantis, natch). From there, he and his borderline-useless sidekicks fight aliens, innocent wildlife, and would-be world conquerors with names like Doctor Fang.

What’s his name, again?

I’m not showing you Doctor Fang because he is a bad, bad racist caricature. While the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents franchise isn’t awash in overt bigotry, it is the ’60s, and it does come up now and then. So if you want to experience the franchise without that risk, you might want to stick with the reboot.

Several publishers have tried to revive T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents over the years. Perhaps the most high-profile attempt was DC’s, which came out in 2010. Unfortunately, this reboot was written by Nick Spencer, the same genius who would go on to make Steve Rogers a Nazi while mocking trigger warnings and other hallmarks of left-wing activism.

of new characters. I find this approach irritating, which is why I never watched beyond the first Mission: Impossible movie. On top of that, they darkened the premise considerably: every agent’s powers are now slowly killing them instead of just Lightning’s. This isn’t implausible, given Needless to say, Spencer’s involvement dampened my interest in the reboot immediately, and I only read the first three issues to get a feel for what it’s like.

It was fine, I guess?

They went the Mission: Impossible route of setting things in the present day and discarding most of the original cast in favor how little they knew about Dr. Jennings’s inventions going in, but I didn’t care for this dark interpretation of the source material. So even if I didn’t dislike the writer, I would have bailed on the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents reboot pretty fast.

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Requin II : Yeipa Sagittarius Clan

Molenda the Terrible and her Sagittarius army arrived in the Cesain Desert ; were welcomed with open arms by King Requin II. King Requin II of royal blood , father aided her Grandfather King Kilagesh in the Unification of Sagittarius Tribes. Queen Illayah and her Aunt Katesh often spoke of this Prince admirably he would be a suitable Husband for Molenda the Terrible.  Molenda the Terrible gazed her eyes on the Savage Desert Prince he was attractive and possessed many treasures . 

Molenda the Terrible greeted Requin II with an embrace and then looked back at General Bruce facial expression of anger left tears in her eyes. The Burden of making her Mother Queen Illayah happy or making herself happy marrying General Bruce. 

Nasira the Libra Witch had come to Requin II years before Molenda the Terrible had entered the Cesain Desert. Nasira sought an ally with Requin II but his loyalty was to King Kilagesh which now Molenda the Terrible understood why Requin II would be a suitable husband .

“Despite what information we gave Nasira the Libra Witch & The Aquarius Demon Queen the Yiepa will join the Tribes of Sagittarius and fight against  Skolora will follow the Unification Clause given by your Grandfather King Kilagesh  said Requin II. Come join the Yeipa Tribe in our night time festival we dance at the moon, eat of Bain Beast and We will bath your army with the best of oils and waters -in memory of your Grandfather King Kiagesh” – said Requin II

How can the Royal Bloodline of Sagittarius become slaves of Caoet the Gemini wondered Molenda the Terrible. A burden of guilt she felt for stealing Shita Scrolls in Opricorn.  I will have a seed pondered Molenda the Terrible with General Bruce or this Requin II – will not hold a Sagitarius Empire.

The Yiepa woman danced around camp fires howling at the moon; Molenda the Terrible watched this is wonder as they ate the wonderful Bane Beast . Moschac her father often talked about Bane Beast was a common feast when the Sagittarius Tribes lived in the Desert Yec.

Molenda the Terrible and the Offspring eat no meat or delicacies, they eat bread and corn in Tish like Scorpio peasants.

Princess Katesh

Breed three Sons in preparation to extend the Royal Blood line; Governed the Hidden Kingdom.

Moshac had returned home to his beloved wife Queen Ilayah. King Tarzac Simat still sat on the throne of the Sagittarius Empire as a figure head. 

King Tarzac Simat sought freedom from his Mother Queen Illayah who controlled his life from birth.  King Tarzac Simat wanted to escape the Kingdom and live his life a normal Sagittarius man and have 13 Virgins but  the Prophecy cursed the Prince. No Seed of Tarzac will end the Garranzana de Loco Prophecy.  King Tarzac Simat knew of all these things and the prophecy he longed to escape  he was born a victim of circumstance.

Magic Casters were banned within the Kingdom. Molenda the Terrible most valuable ally was a Magic Caster, Calibson. Calibson was a powerful Magic Caster that held the Kanis Scepter.

Second valuable ally to Molenda the Terrible Shanda Muh & Arboreal the Enchantress; the healing pool oils brought her beloved General Bruce back to life after an attack by Reylo the Shinden Roudo

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Logical Programming

Introduction

Operators and Truth Tables We represent statements by Boolean variables and form compound statements using logical connectives or operators.

 The three standard operators are not, and, and or. If p and q are (compound) statements, the negation of p is not p, denoted ¬ p; the conjunction of p and q is p and q,

denoted p ∧ q;

the disjunction of p and q is p or q,

denoted p ∨ q, which is true when at least one of p and q are true; and the exclusive or of p and q is denoted p ⊕ q, which is true when exactly one of p and q is true.

Building Truth Tables for More Complex Logical Expressions If this were arithmetic, instead of logic, we would now know how to add, subtract, multiply, divide, and change the sign of a number. But we want to do more complex things (like adding three numbers). Similarly for logical expressions. We want to be able to combine multiple operators to form a single meaningful expression.

 To do this, we must be able to build more complex truth tables. Let’s start with a two-operator expression: (p Ù q) Ú p We want to build a truth table whose final column tells us the truth value of that expression given any set of truth values that may occur for the individual variables p and q.

To see how to compute that column, we return to our analogy with arithmetic: If we wanted to evaluate (1+2)´3, we would start with the innermost expression and evaluate outward. So, in this arithmetic case, we’d start with (1+2). For our logic example, we’ll start with (p Ù q). We will introduce “working columns” that specify the truth values for all the intermediate expressions.

We’ll be able to compute the final column by combining the working columns. With one working column, our truth table looks just like the table for and: p q p Ù q

Column A   Column B         Column  C

T T T T           F F F T                 F F F F

Now we need to add a new column for (p Ù q) Ú p: p q p Ù q (p Ù q) Ú p

Column A   Column B    Column C

 T T T T            F F F T                  F F F F     The third column has the truth values

Our truth table definition for captures the same meaning for “If then ” that you have always used in mathematics. For example, if we think of x as some fixed real number, we all know that “If then is a true statement, no matter what number x we have in mind.

Let’s examine why we say this sentence is true for some specific values of x, where the antecedent P is and the consequent Q is In the case both P and Q are true, as in line 1 of the truth table. The case corresponds to the second line of the table, and for we have the situation in line 4. There is no case corresponding to line 3 because is true. Note that when we say “If P, then Q” is true, we don’t claim that either P or Q is true. What we do say is that no matter what number we think of, if it’s larger than 8, it’s also larger than 5. Two propositions closely related to are its converse and contrapositive.

Microsoft Excel Logical Functionalities

• Comparison Operators – You can use comparison operators to compare two numbers, functions, formulas, or labels and return either true or false. – Examples include:

 • =2*3=4+2

• =A1>0

• =average(a1:a10)>60

• Every conditional test must include at least one comparison operator.

As an example, in the formula =A1>0, the comparison operator is >

Comparison Operators

• The following six comparison operators exist in Excel:

 Excel Logic & the IF Function 2 Comparison Operator Definition = Equal to <> Not equal to

< Less than <= Less than or equal to > Greater than >= Greater than or equal to

Built-in IF Function • The IF function allows our spreadsheet to make a decision when analyzing the data.

 • The function asks the question: Is some condition true or false?

 • If the condition is true, the function returns one value; if the condition is false, the function returns another value

https://zeus.cs.pacificu.edu/ryand/cs130/winter11/Lectures/05ExcelLogicIFs.pdf

Literature Review

What are Logical Functions in Excel?

Even if you’re not familiar with what these functions entail, you must have heard their name before.

Logical functions are some of the most important and common functions in Excel.

They work as a decision-making tool for dealing with information.

Logical functions also allow you to use conditional formatting in between the formulas.

Excel Logical functions test a condition to check if it is TRUE or FALSE.

It then allows to perform further operations on the data depending on the logical test result.

You select a cell, enter values and apply a logical function. Now you can calculate the data using the formula or test the situation against a fixed logical value.

Excel offers more than ten logical functions, but the most basic ones include ANDORNOTXOR and IF.

These functions are the most used for performing logical operations, while other functions include SWITCHTRUEFALSEIFERRORIFN/A, and IFS functions.

The first four functions are pretty easy to use, and they come in handy when you want to test multiple conditions or perform a bunch of evaluations. If the logical value is correct, it returns TRUE and false if incorrect.

AND Function

The AND function is one of the most commonly used functions in Excel.

It comes into use when you want to compare more than two values.

The AND function returns TRUE when all the conditions are met and FALSE even if a single condition is wrong.

Also, it is used in combination with other functions and is a fine alternative to the IF NESTED function.

Syntax

=AND(logical1, logical2,..)

Where logical is the expression or condition that you need to assess. This expression can be anything from a cell reference to the text, numbers, etc. The first expression is compulsory, while others are optional for the formula.

Formula Example

=AND(A2>10, B2>5)

Here’s how it works

The AND function returned TRUE after checking if both the cells fulfilled the condition. If any one of the cell values had not met the condition, the AND function would have returned FALSE.

OR Function

Similar to the AND function, the OR function is also used to differentiate or compare two cell values. The primary difference is that, unlike AND, the OR function returns TRUE even if one cell value does not meet the required condition.

It returns FALSE only when both the conditions are not met. OR function is widely used in Excel for numerous purposes, and it is often used in combination with other functions like NESTED IF, etc.

Syntax

=OR(logical1, logical2)

Where logical1 is the first condition to be evaluated with the same requirements as the AND function.

Formula Example

=OR(A1>10, B1>5)

As evident, the formula used in this example is the same as AND function, and the only difference is that the values in cell B2 were changed. Now, cell B2 does not meet the condition, but the OR function returns a TRUE value, as explained above.

It would have returned FALSE if neither of the conditions were met.

NOT Function

NOT function performs the easiest of operations. It simply reverses the logical result, meaning if the answer of two conditions evaluates to TRUE, by applying the NOT function, the return value will now be FALSE and vice versa. It can be combined with other functions like OR, AND, etc.

It’s fair for you to question why anyone would want to do something so bizarre. The answer is, often you want to see where a condition isn’t being fulfilled rather than where it is being fulfilled. And NOT function is your best option in such a case.

Syntax

=NOT(logical)

The ‘logical’ in NOT function is the argument to be negated.

Formula Example

=NOT(5+5=10)

Here the NOT function returned FALSE when the condition evaluated to TRUE, i.e., it reversed the value.

XOR Function

XOR function stands for Exclusive OR function, and it operates similar to the OR function with a slight difference only.

The XOR function returns TRUE when only one argument is TRUE. If both the arguments are TRUE or both the arguments are FALSE, it will return FALSE.

Syntax

=XOR(logical1, logical2)

Where logical is the condition to be evaluated. A single formula allows 254 values to be tested with the XOR function.

Formula Example 

=XOR(A2>8, B2=6)

In this example, the return value is FALSE because both the conditions are met.

The return value is TRUE in this example since the condition in A2 is met, but the condition in B2 is not fulfilled. The same would happen if both the conditions were not to be met.

IF Function

The IF function is undoubtedly one of the most used functions in Excel and for various purposes. The IF function checks a condition, whether it is TRUE or FALSE. Based on the result, it returns a specific value when TRUE and another when FALSE.

IF function is mostly used in combination with other functions and has several other types, including IFS, IFERROR, etc. Using the IF function is easy if you know how the following formula works.

Syntax

=IF(logical_test, value_if_true, [value_if_false]

Where logical_test (mandatory) is the condition to be evaluated, Value_if_true is the argument (required) that is to be returned if the result is TRUE. Value_if_false is the argument (optional) that is to be returned if the result is FALSE.

Formula Example

=IF(A1<=10, ‘Yes’, ‘No’)

In this example, the IF function returned Yes because the cell value of A1 met the condition required. Otherwise the IF function would have returned No.

COUNTIF Function of Excel is an advanced for of the IF Function. It allows users to count the number of values in a data set only if they meet a specific criterion.

IFS Function

The IFS function tests one or more expressions and returns a specified value on TRUE result. It checks the first condition; if TRUE, it utilizes that. If FALSE, it moves on to the second condition and so on in the subsequent order.

The IFS function is better at running tests and checking conditions than the regular IF function. IFS function allows you to add up to 127 logical statements in a single formula.

Syntax

=IFS(logical_test1, value_if_true1, [logical_test2], [value_if_true2], …)

Where logical_test1 is the first condition to be tested. If TRUE, the function does not evaluate any further and stops right there. If FALSE, the function then tests the second condition (if any) and utilizes that value. Value_if_true1 is the value to be returned if the first condition evaluates to TRUE.

Formula Example

=IFS(A2>90,”A+”,A2>80,”A”,A2>70,”B”,A2>60,”C”,A2>50,”D”,A2>40,”E”)

In this example, the return value of the IFS function is YES because the condition applied was TRUE. If the condition had been FALSE, the IFS function would have returned the NO value.

The IFS Function of Excel is commonly used in pair with Forecast sheets in Excel. 

IFERROR Function

As evident from the name, the IFERROR function is used to deal with errors in a function. It locates the error and returns the specified value if an error occurs. Otherwise, the IFERROR function returns the result of the formula entered.

Syntax

=IFERROR(value, value_if_error)

Where value is the argument (required) that is to be evaluated for any error. The value_if_error is the argument to be returned when an error occurs.

Formula Example

=IFERROR(A2/B2, “Error in calculation”)

The IFERROR function returned an Error in the calculation because division by zero gives an error, so it displayed the value-if-error.

IFNA Function

As evident from the name, the IFNA function is used to locate and remove the NA error in a formula. When the NA error is encountered, it returns a default value stored in the formula. Otherwise, it returns the result of the formula.

It is only available in Excel version 2013 and above.

Syntax

=IFNA(value, value-if-NA)

Where value is the expression or cell reference to be checked for the NA error, and the value if NA is the result to be returned in case an NA error occurs.

Formula Example

=IFNA(A1/B1,0)

The formula returned zero because the first cell value has zero as a digit.

TRUE Function

The TRUE function returns the value TRUE based on an argument or expression. It is built-in in Excel and acts like a worksheet function. The following formula is used for the TRUE function.

Syntax

=TRUE()

Where TRUE is the value returned as an answer to the expression.

Formula Example

=IF(A1=22,TRUE())

In this example, the formula returned TRUE since the given condition was met.

FALSE Function

The FALSE function works like the inverse of the TRUE function; depending upon the condition entered, it returns a FALSE value. It is also a built-in function and is used as an Excel Worksheet function.

Syntax

=FALSE()

Where false is the value to be returned upon evaluation of the condition or expression.

Formula Example

=IF(A1>47, FALSE()

In this example, the formula returned FALSE as the given condition was TRUE.

SWITCH Function

The SWITCH function is used to test a single value against multiple other values. As a result, it returns the value that matches the first corresponding value. When no value matches the first one, the SWITCH function returns a default value that the user can set.

Syntax  

=SWITCH (exp, value1/result1, [value2/result2], …, [default])

Where expression is the value (mandatory) that is to be matched against. Value 1/result1 is the first value to be matched along with the resultant value and is required. Value2/result2 is optional.

Formula Example

=SWITCH(A2,0/”Poor”,5/”OK”,10/”Good”,”?”)

In this example, the SWITCH function returns remarks corresponding to their entries. You can even use conditional formatting in the SWITCH function to know which value is greater or smaller than the set criterion.

Logical Functions – Use Cases

The Foundational Role of SQL in Data Extraction SQL is the fundamental language for interacting with relational databases. It is used to store, manipulate and retrieve data. A relational database organizes data into tables, which are linked based on predefined relationships. SQL allows analysts to communicate with these databases to extract exactly the data they need. Without SQL, accessing data from large, structured databases would be incredibly difficult and slow. As Groff, Weinberg, & Oppel (2010) state, SQL’s power lies in its declarative nature; you specify what data you want, not how to get it and the database engine figures out the most efficient way to execute the request. Basic SQL involves commands like SELECT, FROM and WHERE. These are used to pull data from a single table based on simple conditions. For example, SELECT * FROM customers WHERE country = ‘USA’; will return all customers from the USA. While this is useful, real-world data analysis is rarely this simple. Data is almost always spread across multiple related tables. This is where the need for advanced SQL begins. The ability to efficiently combine data from different tables and perform complex calculations directly within the database is what sets proficient analysts apart. Efficient data extraction is the first and most critical step in the entire analytical workflow. If this step is slow or yields incorrect data, all subsequent steps are compromised.

Key Advanced SQL Techniques for Efficiency and Accuracy Advanced SQL techniques move beyond simple data selection to enable powerful data transformation and aggregation directly within the database. This improves efficiency by reducing the data volume before it is loaded into analysis tools like Excel. It enhances accuracy by ensuring complex logic is applied consistently in one place. JOIN Operations: The JOIN clause is used to combine rows from two or more tables based on a related column. Understanding different types of joins—INNER JOIN, LEFT JOIN, RIGHT JOIN and FULL OUTER JOIN—is crucial. An INNER JOIN returns only the matching rows from both tables, while a LEFT JOIN returns all rows from the left table and the matched rows from the right table. Using the wrong type of join is a common source of data inaccuracy, as it can inadvertently exclude or include incorrect records (Beaulieu, 2009). For efficiency, properly indexed join keys are essential for fast query performance. Subqueries and Common Table Expressions (CTEs): A subquery is a query nested inside another query. It can be used to filter data or perform calculations in a step-by-step manner. However, complex subqueries can be difficult to read and maintain. CTEs provide a more readable and efficient alternative. A CTE creates a temporary result set that you can reference within your main query. This makes complex queries easier to write, debug and understand, thereby reducing errors and improving maintainability (Morgado, 2017). For example, you can use a CTE to first calculate a complex aggregation and then join that result to another table in the main query. Window Functions: Window functions are among the most powerful features in advanced SQL. They perform a calculation across a set of table rows that are somehow related to the current row. Unlike regular aggregate functions, window functions do not cause rows to become grouped into a single output row. This allows you to see both the detailed data and the aggregated value side-by-side. Common window functions include ROW_NUMBER(), RANK(), LAG(), LEAD() and aggregation with OVER(). For instance, you can use LAG() to compare a sales value from the current month to the previous month without having to perform a self-join, which is a much less efficient operation (Tao, 2021). This directly enhances both efficiency (faster calculation) and accuracy (less complex, error-prone logic). Aggregate Functions with GROUP BY and HAVING: While GROUP BY is a fundamental concept, its advanced use with filtering conditions using HAVING is critical. The WHERE clause filters rows before aggregation, while the HAVING clause filters groups after aggregation. Using HAVING correctly is vital for accuracy when you need to filter based on the result of an aggregate function, like finding only those departments where the average salary is above a certain threshold.

The Foundational Role of Excel in Data Analysis and Reporting Microsoft Excel is arguably the most ubiquitous data analysis tool in the world. Its accessibility and intuitive grid interface make it the starting point for millions of analysts. Excel is used for tasks ranging from simple lists and calculations to complex financial models and dashboards. Its strength lies in its flexibility for ad-hoc analysis, visualization and reporting. As Winston (2016) notes, Excel’s power is not just in its functions, but in its ability to let users “play” with data, fostering exploration and discovery. Basic Excel proficiency involves using simple formulas like SUM and AVERAGE, creating basic charts and using filters. Many users stop at this level. However, this limits their analytical capabilities and forces them into manual, repetitive work. When datasets become large or complex, basic Excel methods break down. They become slow, prone to crashing and the risk of formula errors increases dramatically. This is where advanced Excel techniques become essential. They transform Excel from a simple calculator into a powerful data analysis and business intelligence tool, capable of handling much more sophisticated tasks efficiently and reliably.

The world’s first electronic spreadsheet, VisiCalc, was created by Dan Bricklin and Bob Frankston in 1979. The spreadsheet was widely regarded as the ‘killer app’ for personal computers. It managed to hit a sweet spot between usability and functionality—millions of users with no formal training in programming were suddenly enabled to create custom applications of their own. Today, the spreadsheet remains as popular as ever. Indeed, in 2001 there were an estimated 45 million end-users of spreadsheets or databases in the United States alone, representing 60% of the American workforce (Scaffidi et al., 2005), and this number is rising. Spreadsheets do one thing and they do it well, which is to perform mathematical computations. While spreadsheets do have built-in Boolean functions and conditional functions, it is clear that they were not designed from the ground up to support logical reasoning. In modern commercial spreadsheets, logical functions have an inelegant syntax and inappropriate editing tools. Worse, the logical reasoning allowed is quite limited—there are no n-ary predicates, unification routines, negation-as-failure capabilities, and the like. By extending a spreadsheet with proper logical reasoning capabilities, we allow them to be used for many additional applications, such as applying business rules, performing symbolic what-if analyses, and transforming data from one representation to another. By incorporating further enhancements such as generalizing formulas to constraints, spreadsheets can be further used for applications such as data entry and validation, enterprise management, and constraint-solving. In the sequel, we describe the work that has been done on logical spreadsheets up until today, and attempt to categorize the different logical spreadsheet systems that have been produced.

IF Statement (and other IFs)

IF

An IF statement is powerful; it helps you do everything from fix typos to group data. In the example below, I create a “Mac?” column that is True when the cat is Mac.

The formula for this is:
=if(C2=”Mac”, True, False)
If we imagine we had the same cat table in Snowflake, the equivalent formula would be:

SELECT

    *,

    IFF(cat_name = ‘Mac’, True, False) AS is_mac

FROM cat_table;

In a database, double quotes (“) also denotes a database object, such as a column name. A literal string (Mac) is put in single quotes. Other than that, the function is quite similar.

Snowflake reference for IFF

IFS

The complexity comes in once we there are multiple IF statements to evaluate. To determine whether the cat is one of the twins, I have to allow that the cat could be either Mac or Cheese (they actually had another litter mate who we could not adopt). I also want to label them Twin1 (Mac) and Twin2 (Cheese). In Excel, the function is:

=if(C2=”Mac”, “Twin1″, if(C2=”Cheese”, “Twin2”, “Not Twin”))

Notice how in order to have more than two outcomes (True/False versus Twin1/Twin2/Not Twin), we need to embed another IF statement into the false_value. This gets unreadable really quickly. Luckily, in SQL you can do what’s called a case statement or a case when statement. A case statement for this would be:

SELECT

    *,

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’

            THEN ‘Twin1’

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Cheese’

            THEN ‘Twin2’

        ELSE ‘Not Twin’

    END AS twin_number

FROM cat_table;

Maybe it is the spacing or the lack of parenthesis, but I find this more readable and intuitive. Notice the single quotes again. The ELSE clause is optional; without explicitly giving a value to those that do not fall in a category, they will be NULL. I often write “ELSE NULL END” to be explicit, but this is technically redundant. Similar to Excel, the resulting value of the CASE WHEN is whichever evaluates as true first. In our example, a cat cannot be named Mac and Cheese, so let’s say we had this statement:

SELECT

    *,

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’

            THEN ‘Twin1’

        WHEN cat_color = ‘Black’

            THEN ‘Twin2’

        ELSE ‘Not Twin’

END AS twin_number

FROM cat_table;

Although Mac is black, he will have twin_number of Twin1 since cat_name = ‘Mac’ evaluates to true first.

Note: I tried to use the Excel function IFS but I couldn’t figure out how to include a default value (“Not Twin”):
=ifs(C2=”Mac”, “Twin1″, F2=”Black”, “Twin2”)

SUMIF

Now that we know who the twins are, we can sum only the twins’ weights. In Excel, we would do: =sumif(I2:I4,True,G2:G4)

The twins total weight is almost 20 pounds!

SELECT

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’ OR cat_name = ‘Cheese’

            THEN TRUE

        ELSE FALSE

    END AS is_twin,

    SUM(weight) AS total_weight

FROM cat_table

GROUP BY is_twin;

This requires a bit of explanation. First we are using a case statement to label whether a cat is a twin or not. Then we sum the weights of cats grouped by is_twin. This will give us:

IS_TWINTOTAL_WEIGHT
TRUE19.8
FALSE7

The results are not formatted the same as a SUMIF since we also get the non-twins weights, but we get the data we need: 19.8 pounds of mini demon panthers sent here to ruin my couch.

This query can also be written as

SELECT

    SUM(weight) AS total_weight

FROM cat_table

WHERE cat_name = ‘Mac’ OR cat_name = ‘Cheese’

;

This will simply give you 19.8.

COUNTIF

If we want to count the number of female and male kittens we have, in Excel, we would do:
=countif(M1:M4, “Female”) and
=countif(M1:M4, “Male”)

Similar to the total_weight calculation above, this can be accomplished in SQL by:

SELECT

    gender,

    COUNT(*) AS count

FROM cat_table

GROUP BY gender

This will give us

GENDERCOUNT
male1
female2

Note that Snowflake actually does have a count if: https://docs.snowflake.com/en/sql-reference/functions/count_if.html

SELECT

    COUNTIF(gender = ‘Female’) AS female_count

FROM cat_table

I never use that function but maybe I’ll remember to now.

SUBSTITUTE

Let’s say we got user entered info for our cat named and they appeared like this:

We would want to clean it up by removing the _, essentially replacing it with a blank string. We would do a substitute like this:
=substitute(B2, “_”, “”)

In Snowflake, we do a replace function. With replace, if we want to eliminate, we can enter only two arguments if we want to replace the substring with the empty string:

SELECT

              REPLACE(user_entered_cat_name, ‘_’) AS cat_name

FROM cat_table

Similar to in Excel, if you want to replace multiple strings, you have to embed the REPLACE function:

SELECT

              REPLACE(REPLACE(user_entered_cat_name, ‘_’), ‘!’) AS cat_name

FROM cat_table

It can end up being a really nasty line of code.

CONCATENATE

To conCATenate in Excel (ha, get it), you use &

In Snowflake, you use || or the CONCAT function

No matter which one you do, remember the spaces:

SELECT

    cat_name || ‘ ‘ || cat_id,

    CONCAT(cat_name, ‘ ‘, cat_id)

FROM cat_table

VLOOKUP / HLOOKUP

I know often in Excel, in order to combine data from multiple tabs, people do a VLOOKUP or an HLOOKUP. In databases, a VLOOKUP is basically a JOIN. An HLOOKUP is not really a thing. I’ll explain why.

VLOOKUP

Let’s say someone gave us the cats cuteness levels

To find the cats cuteness level, we do a VLOOKUP on Cat ID

=VLOOKUP(A2,Cuteness!A:B,2,True)

Perfect, the cats are all top level cuteness. Notice that the vlookup is “on” a certain field. This is the field that the two datasets have in common; more specifically, the field that has to be equal in order for the data to be relevant for the row. To do this in databases, we join:

SELECT

    *

FROM cat_info

LEFT JOIN cat_cuteness

ON cat_info.cat_id = cat_cuteness.cat_id

Notice that we are joining “on” cat_id. In SQL, you can join on multiple fields (or none! don’t do that!). It’s most common to join on an ID field though.

Notice also that I used a LEFT join. Unlike in a VLOOKUP, we can choose what to include in the final data set. Had I used INNER JOIN, any cat_info without a cat_id in cat_cuteness would not have shown up in the data set. A RIGHT join would be the reverse of this; it would be like doing the VLOOKUP on the cat_cuteness tab.

HLOOKUP

To be honest I haven’t used Excel in so long I couldn’t find a reason why you would need an HLOOKUP, except that someone who hates you gave you data. That’s okay. It happens.

Let’s say someone gave you that. In order to get the info on to the main tab, we have to do:
=hlookup(A2,’Cuteness, but someone who hates us gave it to us’!$A$1:$D$3,2,false)

There is no real hlookup in databases, because in databases, all tables and entities have to be formatted in the same way (with the column names being the first row).

If you can think of an example of HLOOKUP that you would be able to do in a database, let me know.

Logical Functions and Formulas

Learning Outcomes

  • Use logical functions and formulas

Excel logic functions evaluate whether the statement and data are considered true or false according to how the formula is established. We will cover the top used Excel logical functions in this section. Exactly like the financial functions, you can use the Formulas tab as before to insert the function or you can begin by typing an equal sign in a cell.

Nested IF

Taking an IF function and adding more than one logic test inside the IF function. In other words, start with and IF function and add another IF function inside the original IF function. A Nested IF formula looks like this: =IF(logical_test,[value_if_true],[value_if_false],IF(logical_test,[value_if_true],[value_if_false]))

Previously, you learned how to use the IF function as a logical way to test your data. Let’s consider that we want to see two variables run at once to create a logical outcome. We’ll now look at Regional Sales for five salespeople over a year and see if they meet the requirements for an annual commission and what the commission amount would be.

Note

Two shortcuts for locking down a cell to make it absolute instead of relative. You’ll need to know these to work faster through creating formulas.

  • Short cut key F4 automatically adds in $ to a cell location information to lock it down and make it absolute to stop it from changing as it is dragged into other cells or ranges (e.g. $D$3).
  • Name Range locks down a cell like $. To create a Name Range, highlight the cell, click on the Formulas tab, Define Name button. After the dialog box opens, name the location (no spaces) to make it unique for navigation or for formulas (e.g. Commission_Rate).

With a sales spreadsheet open, look at the tiered commission structure. There are two possibilities to earn commission. A Nested IF function is a perfect formula to calculate which salesperson receives how much commission.

Follow these steps to create a Nested IF function:

  1. First let’s define names for the two types of commissions as this will make it easier to distinguish in the formula. Select the 20% cell and click on the Formula tab, Define Name button and name it Commission_Rate_20. Follow the same steps to name the 10% commission cell too.
     
  2. Select the first cell under the commission heading and begin typing =IF, then hit the Tab key and a bracket will automatically appear displaying the logic formula for an IF function.
  3. Select the total sales for Henry (G4) and type in whether the total sales is less than or equal to the sales goal (G4>=I2). Be sure to hit the F4 button and the absolute $ will fill I2 so it will not change in any way if the formula is moved ($I$2), then type a comma.
  4. The next portion of the formula is for the percentage of commission to be paid if the goal has been reached. After the comma, choose the sales total again (F4) multiplied by the commission percentage by selecting the name you created earlier (F4*Commession_Rate_20), then a comma to separate the next part of the formula.
  5. The next portion of the formula is for the other percentage of commission to be paid if that lower goal has been met. After the comma, type another IF and hit the Tab key. Create the same formula again but use the Commission_Rate_10 this time and at the end a comma.
  6. The last portion of the formula is asking what to do if the logic comes back as a false answer. In this case, it will return a 0. Now finish with two end parentheses, one turns red indicating the second IF function, and then an additional end parenthesis to enclose the entire function begun with the first IF function.
  7. Now copy the formula down the column all the way to the last salesperson’s total. These are the commissions paid based on the Nested IF formulas created. A nice logical function to make a more difficult task easier in a spreadsheet.

AND

This function returns TRUE if all the arguments in its formula are TRUE and returns FALSE if any of the conditions are false. The Excel formula for this is =AND(logical1,[logical2],…).

In this example the AND function returns TRUE if the first score is greater than or equal to 60 and the second score is greater than or equal to 90, otherwise it returns FALSE.

OR

The OR function returns TRUE if any of the arguments are TRUE. The Excel formula for this is =OR(logical1,[logical2],…).

In this example the AND function returns TRUE if the first score is greater than or equal to 65 and the second score is greater than or equal to 100, otherwise it returns FALSE.

IFERROR

If your formula errors out, you can add in a value you specify how you would like it displayed. This logic function is beneficial to use if you occasionally run into errors and wish to have a cleaner looking spreadsheet to present.

The Excel formula for this is =IFERROR(value,value_if_error).

In this example there is an error in the Profit Margin row that is displayed at #DIV/0!. By using the IFERROR function an error like this can be displayed as a zero or even as text like “Ouch” if so desired. Here is what it looks like:

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Literature Review

The Foundational Role of SQL in Data Extraction SQL is the fundamental language for interacting with relational databases. It is used to store, manipulate and retrieve data. A relational database organizes data into tables, which are linked based on predefined relationships. SQL allows analysts to communicate with these databases to extract exactly the data they need. Without SQL, accessing data from large, structured databases would be incredibly difficult and slow. As Groff, Weinberg, & Oppel (2010) state, SQL’s power lies in its declarative nature; you specify what data you want, not how to get it and the database engine figures out the most efficient way to execute the request. Basic SQL involves commands like SELECT, FROM and WHERE. These are used to pull data from a single table based on simple conditions. For example, SELECT * FROM customers WHERE country = ‘USA’; will return all customers from the USA. While this is useful, real-world data analysis is rarely this simple. Data is almost always spread across multiple related tables. This is where the need for advanced SQL begins. The ability to efficiently combine data from different tables and perform complex calculations directly within the database is what sets proficient analysts apart. Efficient data extraction is the first and most critical step in the entire analytical workflow. If this step is slow or yields incorrect data, all subsequent steps are compromised.

Key Advanced SQL Techniques for Efficiency and Accuracy Advanced SQL techniques move beyond simple data selection to enable powerful data transformation and aggregation directly within the database. This improves efficiency by reducing the data volume before it is loaded into analysis tools like Excel. It enhances accuracy by ensuring complex logic is applied consistently in one place. JOIN Operations: The JOIN clause is used to combine rows from two or more tables based on a related column. Understanding different types of joins—INNER JOIN, LEFT JOIN, RIGHT JOIN and FULL OUTER JOIN—is crucial. An INNER JOIN returns only the matching rows from both tables, while a LEFT JOIN returns all rows from the left table and the matched rows from the right table. Using the wrong type of join is a common source of data inaccuracy, as it can inadvertently exclude or include incorrect records (Beaulieu, 2009). For efficiency, properly indexed join keys are essential for fast query performance. Subqueries and Common Table Expressions (CTEs): A subquery is a query nested inside another query. It can be used to filter data or perform calculations in a step-by-step manner. However, complex subqueries can be difficult to read and maintain. CTEs provide a more readable and efficient alternative. A CTE creates a temporary result set that you can reference within your main query. This makes complex queries easier to write, debug and understand, thereby reducing errors and improving maintainability (Morgado, 2017). For example, you can use a CTE to first calculate a complex aggregation and then join that result to another table in the main query. Window Functions: Window functions are among the most powerful features in advanced SQL. They perform a calculation across a set of table rows that are somehow related to the current row. Unlike regular aggregate functions, window functions do not cause rows to become grouped into a single output row. This allows you to see both the detailed data and the aggregated value side-by-side. Common window functions include ROW_NUMBER(), RANK(), LAG(), LEAD() and aggregation with OVER(). For instance, you can use LAG() to compare a sales value from the current month to the previous month without having to perform a self-join, which is a much less efficient operation (Tao, 2021). This directly enhances both efficiency (faster calculation) and accuracy (less complex, error-prone logic). Aggregate Functions with GROUP BY and HAVING: While GROUP BY is a fundamental concept, its advanced use with filtering conditions using HAVING is critical. The WHERE clause filters rows before aggregation, while the HAVING clause filters groups after aggregation. Using HAVING correctly is vital for accuracy when you need to filter based on the result of an aggregate function, like finding only those departments where the average salary is above a certain threshold.

The Foundational Role of Excel in Data Analysis and Reporting Microsoft Excel is arguably the most ubiquitous data analysis tool in the world. Its accessibility and intuitive grid interface make it the starting point for millions of analysts. Excel is used for tasks ranging from simple lists and calculations to complex financial models and dashboards. Its strength lies in its flexibility for ad-hoc analysis, visualization and reporting. As Winston (2016) notes, Excel’s power is not just in its functions, but in its ability to let users “play” with data, fostering exploration and discovery. Basic Excel proficiency involves using simple formulas like SUM and AVERAGE, creating basic charts and using filters. Many users stop at this level. However, this limits their analytical capabilities and forces them into manual, repetitive work. When datasets become large or complex, basic Excel methods break down. They become slow, prone to crashing and the risk of formula errors increases dramatically. This is where advanced Excel techniques become essential. They transform Excel from a simple calculator into a powerful data analysis and business intelligence tool, capable of handling much more sophisticated tasks efficiently and reliably.

The world’s first electronic spreadsheet, VisiCalc, was created by Dan Bricklin and Bob Frankston in 1979. The spreadsheet was widely regarded as the ‘killer app’ for personal computers. It managed to hit a sweet spot between usability and functionality—millions of users with no formal training in programming were suddenly enabled to create custom applications of their own. Today, the spreadsheet remains as popular as ever. Indeed, in 2001 there were an estimated 45 million end-users of spreadsheets or databases in the United States alone, representing 60% of the American workforce (Scaffidi et al., 2005), and this number is rising. Spreadsheets do one thing and they do it well, which is to perform mathematical computations. While spreadsheets do have built-in Boolean functions and conditional functions, it is clear that they were not designed from the ground up to support logical reasoning. In modern commercial spreadsheets, logical functions have an inelegant syntax and inappropriate editing tools. Worse, the logical reasoning allowed is quite limited—there are no n-ary predicates, unification routines, negation-as-failure capabilities, and the like. By extending a spreadsheet with proper logical reasoning capabilities, we allow them to be used for many additional applications, such as applying business rules, performing symbolic what-if analyses, and transforming data from one representation to another. By incorporating further enhancements such as generalizing formulas to constraints, spreadsheets can be further used for applications such as data entry and validation, enterprise management, and constraint-solving. In the sequel, we describe the work that has been done on logical spreadsheets up until today, and attempt to categorize the different logical spreadsheet systems that have been produced.

IF Statement (and other IFs)

IF

An IF statement is powerful; it helps you do everything from fix typos to group data. In the example below, I create a “Mac?” column that is True when the cat is Mac.

The formula for this is:
=if(C2=”Mac”, True, False)
If we imagine we had the same cat table in Snowflake, the equivalent formula would be:

SELECT

    *,

    IFF(cat_name = ‘Mac’, True, False) AS is_mac

FROM cat_table;

In a database, double quotes (“) also denotes a database object, such as a column name. A literal string (Mac) is put in single quotes. Other than that, the function is quite similar.

Snowflake reference for IFF

IFS

The complexity comes in once we there are multiple IF statements to evaluate. To determine whether the cat is one of the twins, I have to allow that the cat could be either Mac or Cheese (they actually had another litter mate who we could not adopt). I also want to label them Twin1 (Mac) and Twin2 (Cheese). In Excel, the function is:

=if(C2=”Mac”, “Twin1″, if(C2=”Cheese”, “Twin2”, “Not Twin”))

Notice how in order to have more than two outcomes (True/False versus Twin1/Twin2/Not Twin), we need to embed another IF statement into the false_value. This gets unreadable really quickly. Luckily, in SQL you can do what’s called a case statement or a case when statement. A case statement for this would be:

SELECT

    *,

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’

            THEN ‘Twin1’

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Cheese’

            THEN ‘Twin2’

        ELSE ‘Not Twin’

    END AS twin_number

FROM cat_table;

Maybe it is the spacing or the lack of parenthesis, but I find this more readable and intuitive. Notice the single quotes again. The ELSE clause is optional; without explicitly giving a value to those that do not fall in a category, they will be NULL. I often write “ELSE NULL END” to be explicit, but this is technically redundant. Similar to Excel, the resulting value of the CASE WHEN is whichever evaluates as true first. In our example, a cat cannot be named Mac and Cheese, so let’s say we had this statement:

SELECT

    *,

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’

            THEN ‘Twin1’

        WHEN cat_color = ‘Black’

            THEN ‘Twin2’

        ELSE ‘Not Twin’

END AS twin_number

FROM cat_table;

Although Mac is black, he will have twin_number of Twin1 since cat_name = ‘Mac’ evaluates to true first.

Note: I tried to use the Excel function IFS but I couldn’t figure out how to include a default value (“Not Twin”):
=ifs(C2=”Mac”, “Twin1″, F2=”Black”, “Twin2”)

SUMIF

Now that we know who the twins are, we can sum only the twins’ weights. In Excel, we would do: =sumif(I2:I4,True,G2:G4)

The twins total weight is almost 20 pounds!

SELECT

    CASE

        WHEN cat_name = ‘Mac’ OR cat_name = ‘Cheese’

            THEN TRUE

        ELSE FALSE

    END AS is_twin,

    SUM(weight) AS total_weight

FROM cat_table

GROUP BY is_twin;

This requires a bit of explanation. First we are using a case statement to label whether a cat is a twin or not. Then we sum the weights of cats grouped by is_twin. This will give us:

IS_TWINTOTAL_WEIGHT
TRUE19.8
FALSE7

The results are not formatted the same as a SUMIF since we also get the non-twins weights, but we get the data we need: 19.8 pounds of mini demon panthers sent here to ruin my couch.

This query can also be written as

SELECT

    SUM(weight) AS total_weight

FROM cat_table

WHERE cat_name = ‘Mac’ OR cat_name = ‘Cheese’

;

This will simply give you 19.8.

COUNTIF

If we want to count the number of female and male kittens we have, in Excel, we would do:
=countif(M1:M4, “Female”) and
=countif(M1:M4, “Male”)

Similar to the total_weight calculation above, this can be accomplished in SQL by:

SELECT

    gender,

    COUNT(*) AS count

FROM cat_table

GROUP BY gender

This will give us

GENDERCOUNT
male1
female2

Note that Snowflake actually does have a count if: https://docs.snowflake.com/en/sql-reference/functions/count_if.html

SELECT

    COUNTIF(gender = ‘Female’) AS female_count

FROM cat_table

I never use that function but maybe I’ll remember to now.

SUBSTITUTE

Let’s say we got user entered info for our cat named and they appeared like this:

We would want to clean it up by removing the _, essentially replacing it with a blank string. We would do a substitute like this:
=substitute(B2, “_”, “”)

In Snowflake, we do a replace function. With replace, if we want to eliminate, we can enter only two arguments if we want to replace the substring with the empty string:

SELECT

              REPLACE(user_entered_cat_name, ‘_’) AS cat_name

FROM cat_table

Similar to in Excel, if you want to replace multiple strings, you have to embed the REPLACE function:

SELECT

              REPLACE(REPLACE(user_entered_cat_name, ‘_’), ‘!’) AS cat_name

FROM cat_table

It can end up being a really nasty line of code.

CONCATENATE

To conCATenate in Excel (ha, get it), you use &

In Snowflake, you use || or the CONCAT function

No matter which one you do, remember the spaces:

SELECT

    cat_name || ‘ ‘ || cat_id,

    CONCAT(cat_name, ‘ ‘, cat_id)

FROM cat_table

VLOOKUP / HLOOKUP

I know often in Excel, in order to combine data from multiple tabs, people do a VLOOKUP or an HLOOKUP. In databases, a VLOOKUP is basically a JOIN. An HLOOKUP is not really a thing. I’ll explain why.

VLOOKUP

Let’s say someone gave us the cats cuteness levels

To find the cats cuteness level, we do a VLOOKUP on Cat ID

=VLOOKUP(A2,Cuteness!A:B,2,True)

Perfect, the cats are all top level cuteness. Notice that the vlookup is “on” a certain field. This is the field that the two datasets have in common; more specifically, the field that has to be equal in order for the data to be relevant for the row. To do this in databases, we join:

SELECT

    *

FROM cat_info

LEFT JOIN cat_cuteness

ON cat_info.cat_id = cat_cuteness.cat_id

Notice that we are joining “on” cat_id. In SQL, you can join on multiple fields (or none! don’t do that!). It’s most common to join on an ID field though.

Notice also that I used a LEFT join. Unlike in a VLOOKUP, we can choose what to include in the final data set. Had I used INNER JOIN, any cat_info without a cat_id in cat_cuteness would not have shown up in the data set. A RIGHT join would be the reverse of this; it would be like doing the VLOOKUP on the cat_cuteness tab.

HLOOKUP

To be honest I haven’t used Excel in so long I couldn’t find a reason why you would need an HLOOKUP, except that someone who hates you gave you data. That’s okay. It happens.

Let’s say someone gave you that. In order to get the info on to the main tab, we have to do:
=hlookup(A2,’Cuteness, but someone who hates us gave it to us’!$A$1:$D$3,2,false)

There is no real hlookup in databases, because in databases, all tables and entities have to be formatted in the same way (with the column names being the first row).

If you can think of an example of HLOOKUP that you would be able to do in a database, let me know.

Logical Functions and Formulas

Learning Outcomes

  • Use logical functions and formulas

Excel logic functions evaluate whether the statement and data are considered true or false according to how the formula is established. We will cover the top used Excel logical functions in this section. Exactly like the financial functions, you can use the Formulas tab as before to insert the function or you can begin by typing an equal sign in a cell.

Nested IF

Taking an IF function and adding more than one logic test inside the IF function. In other words, start with and IF function and add another IF function inside the original IF function. A Nested IF formula looks like this: =IF(logical_test,[value_if_true],[value_if_false],IF(logical_test,[value_if_true],[value_if_false]))

Previously, you learned how to use the IF function as a logical way to test your data. Let’s consider that we want to see two variables run at once to create a logical outcome. We’ll now look at Regional Sales for five salespeople over a year and see if they meet the requirements for an annual commission and what the commission amount would be.

Note

Two shortcuts for locking down a cell to make it absolute instead of relative. You’ll need to know these to work faster through creating formulas.

  • Short cut key F4 automatically adds in $ to a cell location information to lock it down and make it absolute to stop it from changing as it is dragged into other cells or ranges (e.g. $D$3).
  • Name Range locks down a cell like $. To create a Name Range, highlight the cell, click on the Formulas tab, Define Name button. After the dialog box opens, name the location (no spaces) to make it unique for navigation or for formulas (e.g. Commission_Rate).

With a sales spreadsheet open, look at the tiered commission structure. There are two possibilities to earn commission. A Nested IF function is a perfect formula to calculate which salesperson receives how much commission.

Follow these steps to create a Nested IF function:

  1. First let’s define names for the two types of commissions as this will make it easier to distinguish in the formula. Select the 20% cell and click on the Formula tab, Define Name button and name it Commission_Rate_20. Follow the same steps to name the 10% commission cell too.
    Excel screenshot of the define names button under the Formulas tab. Excel screenshot of filling in the information for defining a name for the commission amount.
  2. Select the first cell under the commission heading and begin typing =IF, then hit the Tab key and a bracket will automatically appear displaying the logic formula for an IF function.
    Excel screenshot showing what should be entered into the IF function to complete the logic formula.
  3. Select the total sales for Henry (G4) and type in whether the total sales is less than or equal to the sales goal (G4>=I2). Be sure to hit the F4 button and the absolute $ will fill I2 so it will not change in any way if the formula is moved ($I$2), then type a comma.
    Excel screenshot displaying the inputs for the IF function formulas.
  4. The next portion of the formula is for the percentage of commission to be paid if the goal has been reached. After the comma, choose the sales total again (F4) multiplied by the commission percentage by selecting the name you created earlier (F4*Commession_Rate_20), then a comma to separate the next part of the formula.
    Excel screenshot displaying the inputs for the IF function formulas adding the Comission_Rate_20 name.
  5. The next portion of the formula is for the other percentage of commission to be paid if that lower goal has been met. After the comma, type another IF and hit the Tab key. Create the same formula again but use the Commission_Rate_10 this time and at the end a comma.
    Excel screenshot displaying the inputs for the IF function formulas adding the Comission_Rate_10 name.
  6. The last portion of the formula is asking what to do if the logic comes back as a false answer. In this case, it will return a 0. Now finish with two end parentheses, one turns red indicating the second IF function, and then an additional end parenthesis to enclose the entire function begun with the first IF function.
    Excel screenshot displaying the inputs for the IF function formulas adding 0 if the answer returns false.
  7. Now copy the formula down the column all the way to the last salesperson’s total. These are the commissions paid based on the Nested IF formulas created. A nice logical function to make a more difficult task easier in a spreadsheet.

AND

This function returns TRUE if all the arguments in its formula are TRUE and returns FALSE if any of the conditions are false. The Excel formula for this is =AND(logical1,[logical2],…).

In this example the AND function returns TRUE if the first score is greater than or equal to 60 and the second score is greater than or equal to 90, otherwise it returns FALSE.

OR

The OR function returns TRUE if any of the arguments are TRUE. The Excel formula for this is =OR(logical1,[logical2],…).

In this example the AND function returns TRUE if the first score is greater than or equal to 65 and the second score is greater than or equal to 100, otherwise it returns FALSE.

IFERROR

If your formula errors out, you can add in a value you specify how you would like it displayed. This logic function is beneficial to use if you occasionally run into errors and wish to have a cleaner looking spreadsheet to present.

The Excel formula for this is =IFERROR(value,value_if_error).

In this example there is an error in the Profit Margin row that is displayed at #DIV/0!. By using the IFERROR function an error like this can be displayed as a zero or even as text like “Ouch” if so desired. Here is what it looks like:

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Introduction

Stevenson Wrote the book in six weeks in the autumn of 1885, the result, he claimed, of a fevered nightmare he suffered while recuperating from illness. The short book did not appear until January 1886, however, because Stevenson’s wife was shocked by the first version and insisted he burn the manuscript and rewrite it. Very soon after publication it became a critical and popular success, and went on to be a global best-seller. The central idea of the book, that one man may have a ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ personality, a separation of distinct social and moral traits, seemed to say something about the strain between private and public self, personal desire and social duty, that spoke not just to middle-class professional men of late Victorian English society, but to people around the world. The book is a rare instance of the invention of a modern myth – and the story is often known in outline even by those who have never read the book. Indeed ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ has entered the English language as an idiom, used to describe persons or things of a dual character, alternately good and evil. It has of course been staged and filmed many hundreds of times.

Literature Review

Jekyll and Hyde is the story of an eminent London doctor, whose friends worry that he is being blackmailed by a lower-class ruffian, Mr Hyde. These friends soon establish a puzzling association between Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, but the doctor will not explain why he indulges his friend. Hyde, who has access to the back door of Jekyll’s substantial mansion and can draw money from his bank account, must have some power over the respectable doctor. Is he being blackmailed by a working-class tough? The professional men who surround Jekyll look on in fear and loathing as the crimes of Mr Hyde escalate – culminating in the murder of an elderly politician, Sir Danvers Carew.

The hunt finds Hyde’s lair in Soho, but the monster has vanished. As Jekyll has hidden himself away in his private laboratory, the locked door is finally forced. They find Jekyll, dead. The last chapter is a written confession revealing all: Jekyll, while investigating the duality of human nature, had discovered a potion that separated good and evil elements in his personality. Thus Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde were in fact one and the same person! Jekyll had progressively lost the ability to control his experiment, and the dark energy of his creation had gradually overpowered his fragile civilised persona. It is unclear if Jekyll’s last act is to destroy his own monstrous creation, or if this is Hyde’s own act of self-destruction to evade punishment. Radically, it is impossible to say who exactly writes this last confession: ‘He – I cannot say I’, the text stutters.

Narrative style

The story is of a respectable London doctor who separates his primal, antisocial personality traits and embodies them in a smaller, vicious, energetic and animal self called ‘Mr Hyde’ to indulge in questionable pleasures otherwise forbidden by society. The plot, however, the way that Stevenson unfolds this story, is a complex and puzzling relay of different narrators that keeps the reader in suspense. The first readers of the book did not know that Mr Hyde was the same person as Dr Jekyll until the very last chapter, ‘Henry Jekyll’s Full Statement of the Case’. The reader is put in the position of the concerned friends who worry about Dr Jekyll’s nefarious new associate, Mr Hyde.

The double life

The brilliance of the novel is that it can be read as a conservative moral story about the dangers of leading a double life, and yet at the same time it hints at a radically new, modern and dynamic conception of the self beyond simple moral divides. The conservative version appealed to many theologians and moral arbiters of the time, who felt that late Victorian England was entering into a dangerous decadent era. Stevenson, educated in a strict Protestant doctrine, seemed to these readers to be dramatising the danger of indulgence in sinful or excessive behaviour. Like the addict the doctor in many ways resembles, Dr Jekyll’s compulsion becomes steadily worse until it spirals out of control. Priests spoke from the pulpit after the publication of the novel, reading the book as an allegory about the necessity of moral restraint.

Stevenson was certainly fascinated by men who lived double lives. He wrote a play about a notorious instance in Edinburgh – that of a respectable deacon of a church known for his good works who lived a secret life as a gambler, carouser, and bank robber until captured and hanged in 1788. The London literary society of the 1880s and 1890s had a number of men leading scandalous double lives, the most famous being Oscar Wilde, who was eventually arrested and imprisoned in 1895. At the height of its early popularity, Jekyll and Hyde was also a reference point for the notorious ‘Jack the Ripper’ murders in the East End of London. Some suspected that the murderer of the six prostitutes was a doctor conducting perverse acts of revenge. Was Stevenson offering an allegory of the dangers of attempting to separate the good and evil aspects of the soul?

The modern psyche

At the same time, Stevenson’s story of a ‘double personality’ was responding very precisely to advances in modern psychology. In the 1870s and 1880s, French doctors had used the somewhat doubtful device of hypnosis to discover that the same mind could, in some rare cases, seem to split into separate memory chains, or even identities. The case study of a woman called ‘Felida X’ fascinated doctors: her sullen, withdrawn, invalid personality could be switched, when put into a trance, into a more socially outward, amenable self. Over years of study, her doctor claimed that he had switched the places of these personalities. The French called this condition ‘double personality’. This was not a moral matter, a separation of good and evil: it was merely a question of the curious mental dissociation of different personality traits.

An English psychologist called F W H Myers was interested in this unusual phenomenon and in 1885 published an essay on what he termed the ‘Multiplex Personality’. When Myers read Stevenson’s Jekyll and Hyde he immediately wrote to the author to express his enthusiasm for a case study he saw as absolutely continuous with modern psychology. Although Stevenson demurred from saying that he was writing psychology, the novel in places seems to agree with Myers’s assessment. Jekyll writes, very radically, ‘I hazard the guess that man will ultimately be known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens’ – that is, as a locus of multiple, different selves. It is a strikingly modern conception of the mind. In many ways, Stevenson’s novel points the way towards a new kind of dynamic psychology, the most influential of which was that formulated by Sigmund Freud in Vienna in the 1880s and 1890s: psychoanalysis. Freud, too, wrote ‘case studies’ of dissociated and doubled selves.

Reference:

https://www.britishlibrary.cn/en/works/jekyllandhyde

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STORY OF THE DOOR

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. “I incline to Cain’s heresy,” he used to say quaintly: “I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.” In this character, it was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of downgoing men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.

No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utterson; for he was undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that was the lawyer’s way. His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object. Hence, no doubt the bond that united him to Mr. Richard Enfield, his distant kinsman, the well-known man about town. It was a nut to crack for many, what these two could see in each other, or what subject they could find in common. It was reported by those who encountered them in their Sunday walks, that they said nothing, looked singularly dull and would hail with obvious relief the appearance of a friend. For all that, the two men put the greatest store by these excursions, counted them the chief jewel of each week, and not only set aside occasions of pleasure, but even resisted the calls of business, that they might enjoy them uninterrupted.

It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down a by-street in a busy quarter of London. The street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the weekdays. The inhabitants were all doing well, it seemed, and all emulously hoping to do better still, and laying out the surplus of their gains in coquetry; so that the shop fronts stood along that thoroughfare with an air of invitation, like rows of smiling saleswomen. Even on Sunday, when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly painted shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and pleased the eye of the passenger.

Two doors from one corner, on the left hand going east the line was broken by the entry of a court; and just at that point a certain sinister block of building thrust forward its gable on the street. It was two storeys high; showed no window, nothing but a door on the lower storey and a blind forehead of discoloured wall on the upper; and bore in every feature, the marks of prolonged and sordid negligence. The door, which was equipped with neither bell nor knocker, was blistered and distained. Tramps slouched into the recess and struck matches on the panels; children kept shop upon the steps; the schoolboy had tried his knife on the mouldings; and for close on a generation, no one had appeared to drive away these random visitors or to repair their ravages.

Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street; but when they came abreast of the entry, the former lifted up his cane and pointed.

“Did you ever remark that door?” he asked; and when his companion had replied in the affirmative, “It is connected in my mind,” added he, “with a very odd story.”

“Indeed?” said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice, “and what was that?”

“Well, it was this way,” returned Mr. Enfield: “I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o’clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps. Street after street and all the folks asleep—street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and all as empty as a church—till at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the sight of a policeman. All at once, I saw two figures: one a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running as hard as she was able down a cross street. Well, sir, the two ran into one another naturally enough at the corner; and then came the horrible part of the thing; for the man trampled calmly over the child’s body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn’t like a man; it was like some damned Juggernaut. I gave a few halloa, took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child. He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own family; and pretty soon, the doctor, for whom she had been sent, put in his appearance. Well, the child was not much the worse, more frightened, according to the sawbones; and there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child’s family, which was only natural. But the doctor’s case was what struck me. He was the usual cut and dry apothecary, of no particular age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent and about as emotional as a bagpipe. Well, sir, he was like the rest of us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him. I knew what was in his mind, just as he knew what was in mine; and killing being out of the question, we did the next best. We told the man we could and would make such a scandal out of this as should make his name stink from one end of London to the other. If he had any friends or any credit, we undertook that he should lose them. And all the time, as we were pitching it in red hot, we were keeping the women off him as best we could for they were as wild as harpies. I never saw a circle of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle, with a kind of black sneering coolness—frightened too, I could see that—but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan. ‘If you choose to make capital out of this accident,’ said he, ‘I am naturally helpless. No gentleman but wishes to avoid a scene,’ says he. ‘Name your figure.’ Well, we screwed him up to a hundred pounds for the child’s family; he would have clearly liked to stick out; but there was something about the lot of us that meant mischief, and at last he struck. The next thing was to get the money; and where do you think he carried us but to that place with the door?—whipped out a key, went in, and presently came back with the matter of ten pounds in gold and a cheque for the balance on Coutts’s, drawn payable to bearer and signed with a name that I can’t mention, though it’s one of the points of my story, but it was a name at least very well known and often printed. The figure was stiff; but the signature was good for more than that if it was only genuine. I took the liberty of pointing out to my gentleman that the whole business looked apocryphal, and that a man does not, in real life, walk into a cellar door at four in the morning and come out with another man’s cheque for close upon a hundred pounds. But he was quite easy and sneering. ‘Set your mind at rest,’ says he, ‘I will stay with you till the banks open and cash the cheque myself.’ So we all set off, the doctor, and the child’s father, and our friend and myself, and passed the rest of the night in my chambers; and next day, when we had breakfasted, went in a body to the bank. I gave in the cheque myself, and said I had every reason to believe it was a forgery. Not a bit of it. The cheque was genuine.”

“Tut-tut!” said Mr. Utterson.

“I see you feel as I do,” said Mr. Enfield. “Yes, it’s a bad story. For my man was a fellow that nobody could have to do with, a really damnable man; and the person that drew the cheque is the very pink of the proprieties, celebrated too, and (what makes it worse) one of your fellows who do what they call good. Blackmail, I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth. Black Mail House is what I call the place with the door, in consequence. Though even that, you know, is far from explaining all,” he added, and with the words fell into a vein of musing.

From this he was recalled by Mr. Utterson asking rather suddenly: “And you don’t know if the drawer of the cheque lives there?”

“A likely place, isn’t it?” returned Mr. Enfield. “But I happen to have noticed his address; he lives in some square or other.”

“And you never asked about the—place with the door?” said Mr. Utterson.

“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.”

“A very good rule, too,” said the lawyer.

“But I have studied the place for myself,” continued Mr. Enfield. “It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one but, once in a great while, the gentleman of my adventure. There are three windows looking on the court on the first floor; none below; the windows are always shut but they’re clean. And then there is a chimney which is generally smoking; so somebody must live there. And yet it’s not so sure; for the buildings are so packed together about the court, that it’s hard to say where one ends and another begins.”

The pair walked on again for a while in silence; and then “Enfield,” said Mr. Utterson, “that’s a good rule of yours.”

“Yes, I think it is,” returned Enfield.

“But for all that,” continued the lawyer, “there’s one point I want to ask. I want to ask the name of that man who walked over the child.”

“Well,” said Mr. Enfield, “I can’t see what harm it would do. It was a man of the name of Hyde.”

“Hm,” said Mr. Utterson. “What sort of a man is he to see?”

“He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something down-right 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 looking 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. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.”

Mr. Utterson again walked some way in silence and obviously under a weight of consideration. “You are sure he used a key?” he inquired at last.

“My dear sir…” began Enfield, surprised out of himself.

“Yes, I know,” said Utterson; “I know it must seem strange. The fact is, if I do not ask you the name of the other party, it is because I know it already. You see, Richard, your tale has gone home. If you have been inexact in any point you had better correct it.”

“I think you might have warned me,” returned the other with a touch of sullenness. “But I have been pedantically exact, as you call it. The fellow had a key; and what’s more, he has it still. I saw him use it not a week ago.”

Mr. Utterson sighed deeply but said never a word; and the young man presently resumed. “Here is another lesson to say nothing,” said he. “I am ashamed of my long tongue. Let us make a bargain never to refer to this again.”

“With all my heart,” said the lawyer. “I shake hands on that, Richard.”

SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE

That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in sombre spirits and sat down to dinner without relish. It was his custom of a Sunday, when this meal was over, to sit close by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on his reading desk, until the clock of the neighbouring church rang out the hour of twelve, when he would go soberly and gratefully to bed. On this night however, as soon as the cloth was taken away, he took up a candle and went into his business room. There he opened his safe, took from the most private part of it a document endorsed on the envelope as Dr. Jekyll’s Will and sat down with a clouded brow to study its contents. The will was holograph, for Mr. Utterson though he took charge of it now that it was made, had refused to lend the least assistance in the making of it; it provided not only that, in case of the decease of Henry Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., L.L.D., F.R.S., etc., all his possessions were to pass into the hands of his “friend and benefactor Edward Hyde,” but that in case of Dr. Jekyll’s “disappearance or unexplained absence for any period exceeding three calendar months,” the said Edward Hyde should step into the said Henry Jekyll’s shoes without further delay and free from any burthen or obligation beyond the payment of a few small sums to the members of the doctor’s household. This document had long been the lawyer’s eyesore. It offended him both as a lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest. And hitherto it was his ignorance of Mr. Hyde that had swelled his indignation; now, by a sudden turn, it was his knowledge. It was already bad enough when the name was but a name of which he could learn no more. It was worse when it began to be clothed upon with detestable attributes; and out of the shifting, insubstantial mists that had so long baffled his eye, there leaped up the sudden, definite presentment of a fiend.

“I thought it was madness,” he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe, “and now I begin to fear it is disgrace.”

With that he blew out his candle, put on a greatcoat, and set forth in the direction of Cavendish Square, that citadel of medicine, where his friend, the great Dr. Lanyon, had his house and received his crowding patients. “If anyone knows, it will be Lanyon,” he had thought.

The solemn butler knew and welcomed him; he was subjected to no stage of delay, but ushered direct from the door to the dining-room where Dr. Lanyon sat alone over his wine. This was a hearty, healthy, dapper, red-faced gentleman, with a shock of hair prematurely white, and a boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and college, both thorough respectors of themselves and of each other, and what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

After a little rambling talk, the lawyer led up to the subject which so disagreeably preoccupied his mind.

“I suppose, Lanyon,” said he, “you and I must be the two oldest friends that Henry Jekyll has?”

“I wish the friends were younger,” chuckled Dr. Lanyon. “But I suppose we are. And what of that? I see little of him now.”

“Indeed?” said Utterson. “I thought you had a bond of common interest.”

“We had,” was the reply. “But it is more than ten years since Henry Jekyll became too fanciful for me. He began to go wrong, wrong in mind; and though of course I continue to take an interest in him for old sake’s sake, as they say, I see and I have seen devilish little of the man. Such unscientific balderdash,” added the doctor, flushing suddenly purple, “would have estranged Damon and Pythias.”

This little spirit of temper was somewhat of a relief to Mr. Utterson. “They have only differed on some point of science,” he thought; and being a man of no scientific passions (except in the matter of conveyancing), he even added: “It is nothing worse than that!” He gave his friend a few seconds to recover his composure, and then approached the question he had come to put. “Did you ever come across a protégé of his—one Hyde?” he asked.

“Hyde?” repeated Lanyon. “No. Never heard of him. Since my time.”

That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried back with him to the great, dark bed on which he tossed to and fro, until the small hours of the morning began to grow large. It was a night of little ease to his toiling mind, toiling in mere darkness and besieged by questions.

Six o’clock struck on the bells of the church that was so conveniently near to Mr. Utterson’s dwelling, and still he was digging at the problem. Hitherto it had touched him on the intellectual side alone; but now his imagination also was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as he lay and tossed in the gross darkness of the night and the curtained room, Mr. Enfield’s tale went by before his mind in a scroll of lighted pictures. He would be aware of the great field of lamps of a nocturnal city; then of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then of a child running from the doctor’s; and then these met, and that human Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of her screams. Or else he would see a room in a rich house, where his friend lay asleep, dreaming and smiling at his dreams; and then the door of that room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding. The figure in these two phases haunted the lawyer all night; and if at any time he dozed over, it was but to see it glide more stealthily through sleeping houses, or move the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, even to dizziness, through wider labyrinths of lamplighted city, and at every street corner crush a child and leave her screaming. And still the figure had no face by which he might know it; even in his dreams, it had no face, or one that baffled him and melted before his eyes; and thus it was that there sprang up and grew apace in the lawyer’s mind a singularly strong, almost an inordinate, curiosity to behold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on him, he thought the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll altogether away, as was the habit of mysterious things when well examined. He might see a reason for his friend’s strange preference or bondage (call it which you please) and even for the startling clause of the will. At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a spirit of enduring hatred.

From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. In the morning before office hours, at noon when business was plenty and time scarce, at night under the face of the fogged city moon, by all lights and at all hours of solitude or concourse, the lawyer was to be found on his chosen post.

“If he be Mr. Hyde,” he had thought, “I shall be Mr. Seek.”

And at last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry night; frost in the air; the streets as clean as a ballroom floor; the lamps, unshaken by any wind, drawing a regular pattern of light and shadow. By ten o’clock, when the shops were closed, the by-street was very solitary and, in spite of the low growl of London from all round, very silent. Small sounds carried far; domestic sounds out of the houses were clearly audible on either side of the roadway; and the rumour of the approach of any passenger preceded him by a long time. Mr. Utterson had been some minutes at his post, when he was aware of an odd light footstep drawing near. In the course of his nightly patrols, he had long grown accustomed to the quaint effect with which the footfalls of a single person, while he is still a great way off, suddenly spring out distinct from the vast hum and clatter of the city. Yet his attention had never before been so sharply and decisively arrested; and it was with a strong, superstitious prevision of success that he withdrew into the entry of the court.

The steps drew swiftly nearer, and swelled out suddenly louder as they turned the end of the street. The lawyer, looking forth from the entry, could soon see what manner of man he had to deal with. He was small and very plainly dressed and the look of him, even at that distance, went somehow strongly against the watcher’s inclination. But he made straight for the door, crossing the roadway to save time; and as he came, he drew a key from his pocket like one approaching home.

Mr. Utterson stepped out and touched him on the shoulder as he passed. “Mr. Hyde, I think?”

Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of the breath. But his fear was only momentary; and though he did not look the lawyer in the face, he answered coolly enough: “That is my name. What do you want?”

“I see you are going in,” returned the lawyer. “I am an old friend of Dr. Jekyll’s—Mr. Utterson of Gaunt Street—you must have heard of my name; and meeting you so conveniently, I thought you might admit me.”

“You will not find Dr. Jekyll; he is from home,” replied Mr. Hyde, blowing in the key. And then suddenly, but still without looking up, “How did you know me?” he asked.

“On your side,” said Mr. Utterson “will you do me a favour?”

“With pleasure,” replied the other. “What shall it be?”

“Will you let me see your face?” asked the lawyer.

Mr. Hyde appeared to hesitate, and then, as if upon some sudden reflection, fronted about with an air of defiance; and the pair stared at each other pretty fixedly for a few seconds. “Now I shall know you again,” said Mr. Utterson. “It may be useful.”

“Yes,” returned Mr. Hyde, “it is as well we have met; and à propos, you should have my address.” And he gave a number of a street in Soho.

“Good God!” thought Mr. Utterson, “can he, too, have been thinking of the will?” But he kept his feelings to himself and only grunted in acknowledgment of the address.

“And now,” said the other, “how did you know me?”

“By description,” was the reply.

“Whose description?”

“We have common friends,” said Mr. Utterson.

“Common friends,” echoed Mr. Hyde, a little hoarsely. “Who are they?”

“Jekyll, for instance,” said the lawyer.

“He never told you,” cried Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger. “I did not think you would have lied.”

“Come,” said Mr. Utterson, “that is not fitting language.”

The other snarled aloud into a savage laugh; and the next moment, with extraordinary quickness, he had unlocked the door and disappeared into the house.

The lawyer stood awhile when Mr. Hyde had left him, the picture of disquietude. Then he began slowly to mount the street, pausing every step or two and putting his hand to his brow like a man in mental perplexity. The problem he was thus debating as he walked, was one of a class that is rarely solved. Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, he had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness, and he spoke with a husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice; all these were points against him, but not all of these together could explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing and fear with which Mr. Utterson regarded him. “There must be something else,” said the perplexed gentleman. “There is something more, if I could find a name for it. God bless me, the man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say? or can it be the old story of Dr. Fell? or is it the mere radiance of a foul soul that thus transpires through, and transfigures, its clay continent? The last, I think; for, O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan’s signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.”

Round the corner from the by-street, there was a square of ancient, handsome houses, now for the most part decayed from their high estate and let in flats and chambers to all sorts and conditions of men; map-engravers, architects, shady lawyers and the agents of obscure enterprises. One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of this, which wore a great air of wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness except for the fanlight, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked. A well-dressed, elderly servant opened the door.

“Is Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?” asked the lawyer.

“I will see, Mr. Utterson,” said Poole, admitting the visitor, as he spoke, into a large, low-roofed, comfortable hall paved with flags, warmed (after the fashion of a country house) by a bright, open fire, and furnished with costly cabinets of oak. “Will you wait here by the fire, sir? or shall I give you a light in the dining-room?”

“Here, thank you,” said the lawyer, and he drew near and leaned on the tall fender. This hall, in which he was now left alone, was a pet fancy of his friend the doctor’s; and Utterson himself was wont to speak of it as the pleasantest room in London. But tonight there was a shudder in his blood; the face of Hyde sat heavy on his memory; he felt (what was rare with him) a nausea and distaste of life; and in the gloom of his spirits, he seemed to read a menace in the flickering of the firelight on the polished cabinets and the uneasy starting of the shadow on the roof. He was ashamed of his relief, when Poole presently returned to announce that Dr. Jekyll was gone out.

“I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting room, Poole,” he said. “Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from home?”

“Quite right, Mr. Utterson, sir,” replied the servant. “Mr. Hyde has a key.”

“Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man, Poole,” resumed the other musingly.

“Yes, sir, he does indeed,” said Poole. “We have all orders to obey him.”

“I do not think I ever met Mr. Hyde?” asked Utterson.

“O, dear no, sir. He never dines here,” replied the butler. “Indeed we see very little of him on this side of the house; he mostly comes and goes by the laboratory.”

“Well, good-night, Poole.”

“Good-night, Mr. Utterson.”

And the lawyer set out homeward with a very heavy heart. “Poor Harry Jekyll,” he thought, “my mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming, pede claudo, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.” And the lawyer, scared by the thought, brooded awhile on his own past, groping in all the corners of memory, lest by chance some Jack-in-the-Box of an old iniquity should leap to light there. His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into a sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing yet avoided. And then by a return on his former subject, he conceived a spark of hope. “This Master Hyde, if he were studied,” thought he, “must have secrets of his own; black secrets, by the look of him; secrets compared to which poor Jekyll’s worst would be like sunshine. Things cannot continue as they are. It turns me cold to think of this creature stealing like a thief to Harry’s bedside; poor Harry, what a wakening! And the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects the existence of the will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ay, I must put my shoulders to the wheel—if Jekyll will but let me,” he added, “if Jekyll will only let me.” For once more he saw before his mind’s eye, as clear as transparency, the strange clauses of the will.

DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE

A fortnight later, by excellent good fortune, the doctor gave one of his pleasant dinners to some five or six old cronies, all intelligent, reputable men and all judges of good wine; and Mr. Utterson so contrived that he remained behind after the others had departed. This was no new arrangement, but a thing that had befallen many scores of times. Where Utterson was liked, he was liked well. Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold; they liked to sit a while in his unobtrusive company, practising for solitude, sobering their minds in the man’s rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety. To this rule, Dr. Jekyll was no exception; and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire—a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty, with something of a slyish cast perhaps, but every mark of capacity and kindness—you could see by his looks that he cherished for Mr. Utterson a sincere and warm affection.

“I have been wanting to speak to you, Jekyll,” began the latter. “You know that will of yours?”

A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful; but the doctor carried it off gaily. “My poor Utterson,” said he, “you are unfortunate in such a client. I never saw a man so distressed as you were by my will; unless it were that hide-bound pedant, Lanyon, at what he called my scientific heresies. O, I know he’s a good fellow—you needn’t frown—an excellent fellow, and I always mean to see more of him; but a hide-bound pedant for all that; an ignorant, blatant pedant. I was never more disappointed in any man than Lanyon.”

“You know I never approved of it,” pursued Utterson, ruthlessly disregarding the fresh topic.

“My will? Yes, certainly, I know that,” said the doctor, a trifle sharply. “You have told me so.”

“Well, I tell you so again,” continued the lawyer. “I have been learning something of young Hyde.”

The large handsome face of Dr. Jekyll grew pale to the very lips, and there came a blackness about his eyes. “I do not care to hear more,” said he. “This is a matter I thought we had agreed to drop.”

“What I heard was abominable,” said Utterson.

“It can make no change. You do not understand my position,” returned the doctor, with a certain incoherency of manner. “I am painfully situated, Utterson; my position is a very strange—a very strange one. It is one of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking.”

“Jekyll,” said Utterson, “you know me: I am a man to be trusted. Make a clean breast of this in confidence; and I make no doubt I can get you out of it.”

“My good Utterson,” said the doctor, “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 as 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 will just 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.”

Utterson reflected a little, looking in the fire.

“I have no doubt you are perfectly right,” he said at last, getting to his feet.

“Well, but since we have touched upon this business, and for the last time I hope,” continued the doctor, “there is one point I should like you to understand. I have really a very great interest in poor Hyde. I know you have seen him; he told me so; and I fear he was rude. But I do sincerely take a great, a very great interest in that young man; and if I am taken away, Utterson, I wish you to promise me that you will bear with him and get his rights for him. I think you would, if you knew all; and it would be a weight off my mind if you would promise.”

“I can’t pretend that I shall ever like him,” said the lawyer.

“I don’t ask that,” pleaded Jekyll, laying his hand upon the other’s arm; “I only ask for justice; I only ask you to help him for my sake, when I am no longer here.”

Utterson heaved an irrepressible sigh. “Well,” said he, “I promise.”

THE CAREW MURDER CASE

Nearly a year later, in the month of October, 18—, London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the river, had gone upstairs to bed about eleven. Although a fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the lane, which the maid’s window overlooked, was brilliantly lit by the full moon. It seems she was romantically given, for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately under the window, and fell into a dream of musing. Never (she used to say, with streaming tears, when she narrated that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all men or thought more kindly of the world. And as she so sat she became aware of an aged beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. When they had come within speech (which was just under the maid’s eyes) the older man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his address were of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it sometimes appeared as if he were only inquiring his way; but the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl was pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent and old-world kindness of disposition, yet with something high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her eye wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise in him a certain Mr. Hyde, who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And next moment, with ape-like fury, he was trampling his victim under foot and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the bones were audibly shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway. At the horror of these sights and sounds, the maid fainted.

It was two o’clock when she came to herself and called for the police. The murderer was gone long ago; but there lay his victim in the middle of the lane, incredibly mangled. The stick with which the deed had been done, although it was of some rare and very tough and heavy wood, had broken in the middle under the stress of this insensate cruelty; and one splintered half had rolled in the neighbouring gutter—the other, without doubt, had been carried away by the murderer. A purse and gold watch were found upon the victim: but no cards or papers, except a sealed and stamped envelope, which he had been probably carrying to the post, and which bore the name and address of Mr. Utterson.

This was brought to the lawyer the next morning, before he was out of bed; and he had no sooner seen it and been told the circumstances, than he shot out a solemn lip. “I shall say nothing till I have seen the body,” said he; “this may be very serious. Have the kindness to wait while I dress.” And with the same grave countenance he hurried through his breakfast and drove to the police station, whither the body had been carried. As soon as he came into the cell, he nodded.

“Yes,” said he, “I recognise him. I am sorry to say that this is Sir Danvers Carew.”

“Good God, sir,” exclaimed the officer, “is it possible?” And the next moment his eye lighted up with professional ambition. “This will make a deal of noise,” he said. “And perhaps you can help us to the man.” And he briefly narrated what the maid had seen, and showed the broken stick.

Mr. Utterson had already quailed at the name of Hyde; but when the stick was laid before him, he could doubt no longer; broken and battered as it was, he recognised it for one that he had himself presented many years before to Henry Jekyll.

“Is this Mr. Hyde a person of small stature?” he inquired.

“Particularly small and particularly wicked-looking, is what the maid calls him,” said the officer.

Mr. Utterson reflected; and then, raising his head, “If you will come with me in my cab,” he said, “I think I can take you to his house.”

It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the first fog of the season. A great chocolate-coloured pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually charging and routing these embattled vapours; so that as the cab crawled from street to street, Mr. Utterson beheld a marvelous number of degrees and hues of twilight; for here it would be dark like the back-end of evening; and there would be a glow of a rich, lurid brown, like the light of some strange conflagration; and here, for a moment, the fog would be quite broken up, and a haggard shaft of daylight would glance in between the swirling wreaths. The dismal quarter of Soho seen under these changing glimpses, with its muddy ways, and slatternly passengers, and its lamps, which had never been extinguished or had been kindled afresh to combat this mournful reinvasion of darkness, seemed, in the lawyer’s eyes, like a district of some city in a nightmare. The thoughts of his mind, besides, were of the gloomiest dye; and when he glanced at the companion of his drive, he was conscious of some touch of that terror of the law and the law’s officers, which may at times assail the most honest.

As the cab drew up before the address indicated, the fog lifted a little and showed him a dingy street, a gin palace, a low French eating house, a shop for the retail of penny numbers and twopenny salads, many ragged children huddled in the doorways, and many women of many different nationalities passing out, key in hand, to have a morning glass; and the next moment the fog settled down again upon that part, as brown as umber, and cut him off from his blackguardly surroundings. This was the home of Henry Jekyll’s favourite; of a man who was heir to a quarter of a million sterling.

An ivory-faced and silvery-haired old woman opened the door. She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy: but her manners were excellent. Yes, she said, this was Mr. Hyde’s, but he was not at home; he had been in that night very late, but he had gone away again in less than an hour; there was nothing strange in that; his habits were very irregular, and he was often absent; for instance, it was nearly two months since she had seen him till yesterday.

“Very well, then, we wish to see his rooms,” said the lawyer; and when the woman began to declare it was impossible, “I had better tell you who this person is,” he added. “This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard.”

A flash of odious joy appeared upon the woman’s face. “Ah!” said she, “he is in trouble! What has he done?”

Mr. Utterson and the inspector exchanged glances. “He don’t seem a very popular character,” observed the latter. “And now, my good woman, just let me and this gentleman have a look about us.”

In the whole extent of the house, which but for the old woman remained otherwise empty, Mr. Hyde had only used a couple of rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with wine; the plate was of silver, the napery elegant; a good picture hung upon the walls, a gift (as Utterson supposed) from Henry Jekyll, who was much of a connoisseur; and the carpets were of many plies and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however, the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out; lock-fast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there lay a pile of grey ashes, as though many papers had been burned. From these embers the inspector disinterred the butt end of a green cheque book, which had resisted the action of the fire; the other half of the stick was found behind the door; and as this clinched his suspicions, the officer declared himself delighted. A visit to the bank, where several thousand pounds were found to be lying to the murderer’s credit, completed his gratification.

“You may depend upon it, sir,” he told Mr. Utterson: “I have him in my hand. He must have lost his head, or he never would have left the stick or, above all, burned the cheque book. Why, money’s life to the man. We have nothing to do but wait for him at the bank, and get out the handbills.”

This last, however, was not so easy of accomplishment; for Mr. Hyde had numbered few familiars—even the master of the servant maid had only seen him twice; his family could nowhere be traced; he had never been photographed; and the few who could describe him differed widely, as common observers will. Only on one point were they agreed; and that was the haunting sense of unexpressed deformity with which the fugitive impressed his beholders.

INCIDENT OF THE LETTER

It was late in the afternoon, when Mr. Utterson found his way to Dr. Jekyll’s door, where he was at once admitted by Poole, and carried down by the kitchen offices and across a yard which had once been a garden, to the building which was indifferently known as the laboratory or dissecting rooms. The doctor had bought the house from the heirs of a celebrated surgeon; and his own tastes being rather chemical than anatomical, had changed the destination of the block at the bottom of the garden. It was the first time that the lawyer had been received in that part of his friend’s quarters; and he eyed the dingy, windowless structure with curiosity, and gazed round with a distasteful sense of strangeness as he crossed the theatre, once crowded with eager students and now lying gaunt and silent, the tables laden with chemical apparatus, the floor strewn with crates and littered with packing straw, and the light falling dimly through the foggy cupola. At the further end, a flight of stairs mounted to a door covered with red baize; and through this, Mr. Utterson was at last received into the doctor’s cabinet. It was a large room fitted round with glass presses, furnished, among other things, with a cheval-glass and a business table, and looking out upon the court by three dusty windows barred with iron. The fire burned in the grate; a lamp was set lighted on the chimney shelf, for even in the houses the fog began to lie thickly; and there, close up to the warmth, sat Dr. Jekyll, looking deathly sick. He did not rise to meet his visitor, but held out a cold hand and bade him welcome in a changed voice.

“And now,” said Mr. Utterson, as soon as Poole had left them, “you have heard the news?”

The doctor shuddered. “They were crying it in the square,” he said. “I heard them in my dining-room.”

“One word,” said the lawyer. “Carew was my client, but so are you, and I want to know what I am doing. You have not been mad enough to hide this fellow?”

“Utterson, I swear to God,” cried the doctor, “I swear to God I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end. And indeed he does not want my help; you do not know him as I do; he is safe, he is quite safe; mark my words, he will never more be heard of.”

The lawyer listened gloomily; he did not like his friend’s feverish manner. “You seem pretty sure of him,” said he; “and for your sake, I hope you may be right. If it came to a trial, your name might appear.”

“I am quite sure of him,” replied Jekyll; “I have grounds for certainty that I cannot share with any one. But there is one thing on which you may advise me. I have—I have received a letter; and I am at a loss whether I should show it to the police. I should like to leave it in your hands, Utterson; you would judge wisely, I am sure; I have so great a trust in you.”

“You fear, I suppose, that it might lead to his detection?” asked the lawyer.

“No,” said the other. “I cannot say that I care what becomes of Hyde; I am quite done with him. I was thinking of my own character, which this hateful business has rather exposed.”

Utterson ruminated awhile; he was surprised at his friend’s selfishness, and yet relieved by it. “Well,” said he, at last, “let me see the letter.”

The letter was written in an odd, upright hand and signed “Edward Hyde”: and it signified, briefly enough, that the writer’s benefactor, Dr. Jekyll, whom he had long so unworthily repaid for a thousand generosities, need labour under no alarm for his safety, as he had means of escape on which he placed a sure dependence. The lawyer liked this letter well enough; it put a better colour on the intimacy than he had looked for; and he blamed himself for some of his past suspicions.

“Have you the envelope?” he asked.

“I burned it,” replied Jekyll, “before I thought what I was about. But it bore no postmark. The note was handed in.”

“Shall I keep this and sleep upon it?” asked Utterson.

“I wish you to judge for me entirely,” was the reply. “I have lost confidence in myself.”

“Well, I shall consider,” returned the lawyer. “And now one word more: it was Hyde who dictated the terms in your will about that disappearance?”

The doctor seemed seized with a qualm of faintness; he shut his mouth tight and nodded.

“I knew it,” said Utterson. “He meant to murder you. You had a fine escape.”

“I have had what is far more to the purpose,” returned the doctor solemnly: “I have had a lesson—O God, Utterson, what a lesson I have had!” And he covered his face for a moment with his hands.

On his way out, the lawyer stopped and had a word or two with Poole. “By the bye,” said he, “there was a letter handed in to-day: what was the messenger like?” But Poole was positive nothing had come except by post; “and only circulars by that,” he added.

This news sent off the visitor with his fears renewed. Plainly the letter had come by the laboratory door; possibly, indeed, it had been written in the cabinet; and if that were so, it must be differently judged, and handled with the more caution. The newsboys, as he went, were crying themselves hoarse along the footways: “Special edition. Shocking murder of an M.P.” That was the funeral oration of one friend and client; and he could not help a certain apprehension lest the good name of another should be sucked down in the eddy of the scandal. It was, at least, a ticklish decision that he had to make; and self-reliant as he was by habit, he began to cherish a longing for advice. It was not to be had directly; but perhaps, he thought, it might be fished for.

Presently after, he sat on one side of his own hearth, with Mr. Guest, his head clerk, upon the other, and midway between, at a nicely calculated distance from the fire, a bottle of a particular old wine that had long dwelt unsunned in the foundations of his house. The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town’s life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind. But the room was gay with firelight. In the bottle the acids were long ago resolved; the imperial dye had softened with time, as the colour grows richer in stained windows; and the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards, was ready to be set free and to disperse the fogs of London. Insensibly the lawyer melted. There was no man from whom he kept fewer secrets than Mr. Guest; and he was not always sure that he kept as many as he meant. Guest had often been on business to the doctor’s; he knew Poole; he could scarce have failed to hear of Mr. Hyde’s familiarity about the house; he might draw conclusions: was it not as well, then, that he should see a letter which put that mystery to right? and above all since Guest, being a great student and critic of handwriting, would consider the step natural and obliging? The clerk, besides, was a man of counsel; he could scarce read so strange a document without dropping a remark; and by that remark Mr. Utterson might shape his future course.

“This is a sad business about Sir Danvers,” he said.

“Yes, sir, indeed. It has elicited a great deal of public feeling,” returned Guest. “The man, of course, was mad.”

“I should like to hear your views on that,” replied Utterson. “I have a document here in his handwriting; it is between ourselves, for I scarce know what to do about it; it is an ugly business at the best. But there it is; quite in your way: a murderer’s autograph.”

Guest’s eyes brightened, and he sat down at once and studied it with passion. “No sir,” he said: “not mad; but it is an odd hand.”

“And by all accounts a very odd writer,” added the lawyer.

Just then the servant entered with a note.

“Is that from Dr. Jekyll, sir?” inquired the clerk. “I thought I knew the writing. Anything private, Mr. Utterson?”

“Only an invitation to dinner. Why? Do you want to see it?”

“One moment. I thank you, sir;” and the clerk laid the two sheets of paper alongside and sedulously compared their contents. “Thank you, sir,” he said at last, returning both; “it’s a very interesting autograph.”

There was a pause, during which Mr. Utterson struggled with himself. “Why did you compare them, Guest?” he inquired suddenly.

“Well, sir,” returned the clerk, “there’s a rather singular resemblance; the two hands are in many points identical: only differently sloped.”

“Rather quaint,” said Utterson.

“It is, as you say, rather quaint,” returned Guest.

“I wouldn’t speak of this note, you know,” said the master.

“No, sir,” said the clerk. “I understand.”

But no sooner was Mr. Utterson alone that night, than he locked the note into his safe, where it reposed from that time forward. “What!” he thought. “Henry Jekyll forge for a murderer!” And his blood ran cold in his veins.

INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON

Time ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward, for the death of Sir Danvers was resented as a public injury; but Mr. Hyde had disappeared out of the ken of the police as though he had never existed. Much of his past was unearthed, indeed, and all disreputable: tales came out of the man’s cruelty, at once so callous and violent; of his vile life, of his strange associates, of the hatred that seemed to have surrounded his career; but of his present whereabouts, not a whisper. From the time he had left the house in Soho on the morning of the murder, he was simply blotted out; and gradually, as time drew on, Mr. Utterson began to recover from the hotness of his alarm, and to grow more at quiet with himself. The death of Sir Danvers was, to his way of thinking, more than paid for by the disappearance of Mr. Hyde. Now that that evil influence had been withdrawn, a new life began for Dr. Jekyll. He came out of his seclusion, renewed relations with his friends, became once more their familiar guest and entertainer; and whilst he had always been known for charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion. He was busy, he was much in the open air, he did good; his face seemed to open and brighten, as if with an inward consciousness of service; and for more than two months, the doctor was at peace.

On the 8th of January Utterson had dined at the doctor’s with a small party; Lanyon had been there; and the face of the host had looked from one to the other as in the old days when the trio were inseparable friends. On the 12th, and again on the 14th, the door was shut against the lawyer. “The doctor was confined to the house,” Poole said, “and saw no one.” On the 15th, he tried again, and was again refused; and having now been used for the last two months to see his friend almost daily, he found this return of solitude to weigh upon his spirits. The fifth night he had in Guest to dine with him; and the sixth he betook himself to Dr. Lanyon’s.

There at least he was not denied admittance; but when he came in, he was shocked at the change which had taken place in the doctor’s appearance. He had his death-warrant written legibly upon his face. The rosy man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen away; he was visibly balder and older; and yet it was not so much these tokens of a swift physical decay that arrested the lawyer’s notice, as a look in the eye and quality of manner that seemed to testify to some deep-seated terror of the mind. It was unlikely that the doctor should fear death; and yet that was what Utterson was tempted to suspect. “Yes,” he thought; “he is a doctor, he must know his own state and that his days are counted; and the knowledge is more than he can bear.” And yet when Utterson remarked on his ill looks, it was with an air of great firmness that Lanyon declared himself a doomed man.

“I have had a shock,” he said, “and I shall never recover. It is a question of weeks. Well, life has been pleasant; I liked it; yes, sir, I used to like it. I sometimes think if we knew all, we should be more glad to get away.”

“Jekyll is ill, too,” observed Utterson. “Have you seen him?”

But Lanyon’s face changed, and he held up a trembling hand. “I wish to see or hear no more of Dr. Jekyll,” he said in a loud, unsteady voice. “I am quite done with that person; and I beg that you will spare me any allusion to one whom I regard as dead.”

“Tut, tut!” said Mr. Utterson; and then after a considerable pause, “Can’t I do anything?” he inquired. “We are three very old friends, Lanyon; we shall not live to make others.”

“Nothing can be done,” returned Lanyon; “ask himself.”

“He will not see me,” said the lawyer.

“I am not surprised at that,” was the reply. “Some day, Utterson, after I am dead, you may perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you. And in the meantime, if you can sit and talk with me of other things, for God’s sake, stay and do so; but if you cannot keep clear of this accursed topic, then in God’s name, go, for I cannot bear it.”

As soon as he got home, Utterson sat down and wrote to Jekyll, complaining of his exclusion from the house, and asking the cause of this unhappy break with Lanyon; and the next day brought him a long answer, often very pathetically worded, and sometimes darkly mysterious in drift. The quarrel with Lanyon was incurable. “I do not blame our old friend,” Jekyll wrote, “but I share his view that we must never meet. I mean from henceforth to lead a life of extreme seclusion; you must not be surprised, nor must you doubt my friendship, if my door is often shut even to you. You must suffer me to go my own dark way. I have brought on myself a punishment and a danger that I cannot name. If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. I could not think that this earth contained a place for sufferings and terrors so unmanning; and you can do but one thing, Utterson, to lighten this destiny, and that is to respect my silence.” Utterson was amazed; the dark influence of Hyde had been withdrawn, the doctor had returned to his old tasks and amities; a week ago, the prospect had smiled with every promise of a cheerful and an honoured age; and now in a moment, friendship, and peace of mind, and the whole tenor of his life were wrecked. So great and unprepared a change pointed to madness; but in view of Lanyon’s manner and words, there must lie for it some deeper ground.

A week afterwards Dr. Lanyon took to his bed, and in something less than a fortnight he was dead. The night after the funeral, at which he had been sadly affected, Utterson locked the door of his business room, and sitting there by the light of a melancholy candle, drew out and set before him an envelope addressed by the hand and sealed with the seal of his dead friend. “PRIVATE: for the hands of G. J. Utterson ALONE, and in case of his predecease to be destroyed unread,” so it was emphatically superscribed; and the lawyer dreaded to behold the contents. “I have buried one friend to-day,” he thought: “what if this should cost me another?” And then he condemned the fear as a disloyalty, and broke the seal. Within there was another enclosure, likewise sealed, and marked upon the cover as “not to be opened till the death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll.” Utterson could not trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as in the mad will which he had long ago restored to its author, here again were the idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll bracketted. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the sinister suggestion of the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too plain and horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what should it mean? A great curiosity came on the trustee, to disregard the prohibition and dive at once to the bottom of these mysteries; but professional honour and faith to his dead friend were stringent obligations; and the packet slept in the inmost corner of his private safe.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it; and it may be doubted if, from that day forth, Utterson desired the society of his surviving friend with the same eagerness. He thought of him kindly; but his thoughts were disquieted and fearful. He went to call indeed; but he was perhaps relieved to be denied admittance; perhaps, in his heart, he preferred to speak with Poole upon the doorstep and surrounded by the air and sounds of the open city, rather than to be admitted into that house of voluntary bondage, and to sit and speak with its inscrutable recluse. Poole had, indeed, no very pleasant news to communicate. The doctor, it appeared, now more than ever confined himself to the cabinet over the laboratory, where he would sometimes even sleep; he was out of spirits, he had grown very silent, he did not read; it seemed as if he had something on his mind. Utterson became so used to the unvarying character of these reports, that he fell off little by little in the frequency of his visits.

INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW

It chanced on Sunday, when Mr. Utterson was on his usual walk with Mr. Enfield, that their way lay once again through the by-street; and that when they came in front of the door, both stopped to gaze on it.

“Well,” said Enfield, “that story’s at an end at least. We shall never see more of Mr. Hyde.”

“I hope not,” said Utterson. “Did I ever tell you that I once saw him, and shared your feeling of repulsion?”

“It was impossible to do the one without the other,” returned Enfield. “And by the way, what an ass you must have thought me, not to know that this was a back way to Dr. Jekyll’s! It was partly your own fault that I found it out, even when I did.”

“So you found it out, did you?” said Utterson. “But if that be so, we may step into the court and take a look at the windows. To tell you the truth, I am uneasy about poor Jekyll; and even outside, I feel as if the presence of a friend might do him good.”

The court was very cool and a little damp, and full of premature twilight, although the sky, high up overhead, was still bright with sunset. The middle one of the three windows was half-way open; and sitting close beside it, taking the air with an infinite sadness of mien, like some disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll.

“What! Jekyll!” he cried. “I trust you are better.”

“I am very low, Utterson,” replied the doctor drearily, “very low. It will not last long, thank God.”

“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.”

“Why, then,” said the lawyer, good-naturedly, “the best thing we can do is to stay down here and speak with you from where we are.”

“That is just what I was about to venture to propose,” returned the doctor with a smile. 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.

But Mr. Enfield only nodded his head very seriously, and walked on once more in silence.

THE LAST NIGHT

Mr. Utterson was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner, when he was surprised to receive a visit from Poole.

“Bless me, Poole, what brings you here?” he cried; and then taking a second look at him, “What ails you?” he added; “is the doctor ill?”

“Mr. Utterson,” said the man, “there is something wrong.”

“Take a seat, and here is a glass of wine for you,” said the lawyer. “Now, take your time, and tell me plainly what you want.”

“You know the doctor’s ways, sir,” replied Poole, “and how he shuts himself up. Well, he’s shut up again in the cabinet; and I don’t like it, sir—I wish I may die if I like it. Mr. Utterson, sir, I’m afraid.”

“Now, my good man,” said the lawyer, “be explicit. What are you afraid of?”

“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.

“Come,” said the lawyer, “I see you have some good reason, Poole; I see there is something seriously amiss. Try to tell me what it is.”

“I think there’s been foul play,” said Poole, hoarsely.

“Foul play!” cried the lawyer, a good deal frightened and rather inclined to be irritated in consequence. “What foul play! What does the man mean?”

“I daren’t say, sir,” was the answer; “but will you come along with me and see for yourself?”

Mr. Utterson’s only answer was to rise and get his hat and greatcoat; but he observed with wonder the greatness of the relief that appeared upon the butler’s face, and perhaps with no less, that the wine was still untasted when he set it down to follow.

It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her, and flying wrack of the most diaphanous and lawny texture. The wind made talking difficult, and flecked the blood into the face. It seemed to have swept the streets unusually bare of passengers, besides; for Mr. Utterson thought he had never seen that part of London so deserted. He could have wished it otherwise; never in his life had he been conscious of so sharp a wish to see and touch his fellow-creatures; for struggle as he might, there was borne in upon his mind a crushing anticipation of calamity. The square, when they got there, was full of wind and dust, and the thin trees in the garden were lashing themselves along the railing. Poole, who had kept all the way a pace or two ahead, now pulled up in the middle of the pavement, and in spite of the biting weather, took off his hat and mopped his brow with a red pocket-handkerchief. But for all the hurry of his coming, these were not the dews of exertion that he wiped away, but the moisture of some strangling anguish; for his face was white and his voice, when he spoke, harsh and broken.

“Well, sir,” he said, “here we are, and God grant there be nothing wrong.”

“Amen, Poole,” said the lawyer.

Thereupon the servant knocked in a very guarded manner; the door was opened on the chain; and a voice asked from within, “Is that you, Poole?”

“It’s all right,” said Poole. “Open the door.”

The hall, when they entered it, was brightly lighted up; the fire was built high; and about the hearth the whole of the servants, men and women, stood huddled together like a flock of sheep. At the sight of Mr. Utterson, the housemaid broke into hysterical whimpering; and the cook, crying out “Bless God! it’s Mr. Utterson,” ran forward as if to take him in her arms.

“What, what? Are you all here?” said the lawyer peevishly. “Very irregular, very unseemly; your master would be far from pleased.”

“They’re all afraid,” said Poole.

Blank silence followed, no one protesting; only the maid lifted her voice and now wept loudly.

“Hold your tongue!” Poole said to her, with a ferocity of accent that testified to his own jangled nerves; and indeed, when the girl had so suddenly raised the note of her lamentation, they had all started and turned towards the inner door with faces of dreadful expectation. “And now,” continued the butler, addressing the knife-boy, “reach me a candle, and we’ll get this through hands at once.” And then he begged Mr. Utterson to follow him, and led the way to the back garden.

“Now, sir,” said he, “you come as gently as you can. I want you to hear, and I don’t want you to be heard. And see here, sir, if by any chance he was to ask you in, don’t go.”

Mr. Utterson’s nerves, at this unlooked-for termination, gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance; but he recollected his courage and followed the butler into the laboratory building through the surgical theatre, with its lumber of crates and bottles, to the foot of the stair. Here Poole motioned him to stand on one side and listen; while he himself, setting down the candle and making a great and obvious call on his resolution, mounted the steps and knocked with a somewhat uncertain hand on the red baize of the cabinet door.

“Mr. Utterson, sir, asking to see you,” he called; and even as he did so, once more violently signed to the lawyer to give ear.

A voice answered from within: “Tell him I cannot see anyone,” it said complainingly.

“Thank you, sir,” said Poole, with a note of something like triumph in his voice; and taking up his candle, he led Mr. Utterson back across the yard and into the great kitchen, where the fire was out and the beetles were leaping on the floor.

“Sir,” he said, looking Mr. Utterson in the eyes, “Was that my master’s voice?”

“It seems much changed,” replied the lawyer, very pale, but giving look for look.

“Changed? Well, yes, I think so,” said the butler. “Have I been twenty years in this man’s house, to be deceived about his voice? No, sir; master’s made away with; he was made away with eight days ago, when we heard him cry out upon the name of God; and who’s in there instead of him, and why it stays there, is a thing that cries to Heaven, Mr. Utterson!”

“This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my man,” said Mr. Utterson, biting his finger. “Suppose it were as you suppose, supposing Dr. Jekyll to have been—well, murdered, what could induce the murderer to stay? That won’t hold water; it doesn’t commend itself to reason.”

“Well, Mr. Utterson, you are a hard man to satisfy, but I’ll do it yet,” said Poole. “All this last week (you must know) him, or it, whatever it is that lives in that cabinet, has been crying night and day for some sort of medicine and cannot get it to his mind. It was sometimes his way—the master’s, that is—to write his orders on a sheet of paper and throw it on the stair. We’ve had nothing else this week back; nothing but papers, and a closed door, and the very meals left there to be smuggled in when nobody was looking. Well, sir, every day, ay, and twice and thrice in the same day, there have been orders and complaints, and I have been sent flying to all the wholesale chemists in town. Every time I brought the stuff back, there would be another paper telling me to return it, because it was not pure, and another order to a different firm. This drug is wanted bitter bad, sir, whatever for.”

“Have you any of these papers?” asked Mr. Utterson.

Poole felt in his pocket and handed out a crumpled note, which the lawyer, bending nearer to the candle, carefully examined. Its contents ran thus: “Dr. Jekyll presents his compliments to Messrs. Maw. He assures them that their last sample is impure and quite useless for his present purpose. In the year 18—, Dr. J. purchased a somewhat large quantity from Messrs. M. He now begs them to search with most sedulous care, and should any of the same quality be left, forward it to him at once. Expense is no consideration. The importance of this to Dr. J. can hardly be exaggerated.” So far the letter had run composedly enough, but here with a sudden splutter of the pen, the writer’s emotion had broken loose. “For God’s sake,” he added, “find me some of the old.”

“This is a strange note,” said Mr. Utterson; and then sharply, “How do you come to have it open?”

“The man at Maw’s was main angry, sir, and he threw it back to me like so much dirt,” returned Poole.

“This is unquestionably the doctor’s hand, do you know?” resumed the lawyer.

“I thought it looked like it,” said the servant rather sulkily; and then, with another voice, “But what matters hand of write?” he said. “I’ve seen him!”

“Seen him?” repeated Mr. Utterson. “Well?”

“That’s it!” said Poole. “It was this way. I came suddenly into the theatre from the garden. It seems he had slipped out to look for this drug or whatever it is; for the cabinet door was open, and there he was at the far end of the room digging among the crates. He looked up when I came in, gave a kind of cry, and whipped upstairs into the cabinet. It was but for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face? If it was my master, why did he cry out like a rat, and run from me? I have served him long enough. And then…” The man paused and passed his hand over his face.

“These are all very strange circumstances,” said Mr. Utterson, “but I think I begin to see daylight. Your master, Poole, is plainly seized with one of those maladies that both torture and deform the sufferer; hence, for aught I know, the alteration of his voice; hence the mask and the avoidance of his friends; hence his eagerness to find this drug, by means of which the poor soul retains some hope of ultimate recovery—God grant that he be not deceived! There is my explanation; it is sad enough, Poole, ay, and appalling to consider; but it is plain and natural, hangs well together, and delivers us from all exorbitant alarms.”

“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.”

“Poole,” replied the lawyer, “if you say that, it will become my duty to make certain. Much as I desire to spare your master’s feelings, much as I am puzzled by this note which seems to prove him to be still alive, I shall consider it my duty to break in that door.”

“Ah, Mr. Utterson, that’s talking!” cried the butler.

“And now comes the second question,” resumed Utterson: “Who is going to do it?”

“Why, you and me, sir,” was the undaunted reply.

“That’s very well said,” returned the lawyer; “and whatever comes of it, I shall make it my business to see you are no loser.”

“There is an axe in the theatre,” continued Poole; “and you might take the kitchen poker for yourself.”

The lawyer took that rude but weighty instrument into his hand, and balanced it. “Do you know, Poole,” he said, looking up, “that you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?”

“You may say so, sir, indeed,” returned the butler.

“It is well, then that we should be frank,” said the other. “We both think more than we have said; let us make a clean breast. This masked figure that you saw, did you recognise it?”

“Well, sir, it went so quick, and the creature was so doubled up, that I could hardly swear to that,” was the answer. “But if you mean, was it Mr. Hyde?—why, yes, I think it was! You see, it was much of the same bigness; and it had the same quick, light way with it; and then who else could have got in by the laboratory door? You have not forgot, sir, that at the time of the murder he had still the key with him? But that’s not all. I don’t know, Mr. Utterson, if you ever met this Mr. Hyde?”

“Yes,” said the lawyer, “I once spoke with him.”

“Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there was something queer about that gentleman—something that gave a man a turn—I don’t know rightly how to say it, sir, beyond this: that you felt in your marrow kind of cold and thin.”

“I own I felt something of what you describe,” said Mr. Utterson.

“Quite so, sir,” returned Poole. “Well, when that masked thing like a monkey jumped from among the chemicals and whipped into the cabinet, it went down my spine like ice. O, I know it’s not evidence, Mr. Utterson; I’m book-learned enough for that; but a man has his feelings, and I give you my bible-word it was Mr. Hyde!”

“Ay, ay,” said the lawyer. “My fears incline to the same point. Evil, I fear, founded—evil was sure to come—of that connection. Ay truly, I believe you; I believe poor Harry is killed; and I believe his murderer (for what purpose, God alone can tell) is still lurking in his victim’s room. Well, let our name be vengeance. Call Bradshaw.”

The footman came at the summons, very white and nervous.

“Pull yourself together, Bradshaw,” said the lawyer. “This suspense, I know, is telling upon all of you; but it is now our intention to make an end of it. Poole, here, and I are going to force our way into the cabinet. If all is well, my shoulders are broad enough to bear the blame. Meanwhile, lest anything should really be amiss, or any malefactor seek to escape by the back, you and the boy must go round the corner with a pair of good sticks and take your post at the laboratory door. We give you ten minutes to get to your stations.”

As Bradshaw left, the lawyer looked at his watch. “And now, Poole, let us get to ours,” he said; and taking the poker under his arm, led the way into the yard. The scud had banked over the moon, and it was now quite dark. The wind, which only broke in puffs and draughts into that deep well of building, tossed the light of the candle to and fro about their steps, until they came into the shelter of the theatre, where they sat down silently to wait. London hummed solemnly all around; but nearer at hand, the stillness was only broken by the sounds of a footfall moving to and fro along the cabinet floor.

“So it will walk all day, sir,” whispered Poole; “ay, and the better part of the night. Only when a new sample comes from the chemist, there’s a bit of a break. Ah, it’s an ill conscience that’s such an enemy to rest! Ah, sir, there’s blood foully shed in every step of it! But hark again, a little closer—put your heart in your ears, Mr. Utterson, and tell me, is that the doctor’s foot?”

The steps fell lightly and oddly, with a certain swing, for all they went so slowly; it was different indeed from the heavy creaking tread of Henry Jekyll. Utterson sighed. “Is there never anything else?” he asked.

Poole nodded. “Once,” he said. “Once I heard it weeping!”

“Weeping? how that?” said the lawyer, conscious of a sudden chill of horror.

“Weeping like a woman or a lost soul,” said the butler. “I came away with that upon my heart, that I could have wept too.”

But now the ten minutes drew to an end. Poole disinterred the axe from under a stack of packing straw; the candle was set upon the nearest table to light them to the attack; and they drew near with bated breath to where that patient foot was still going up and down, up and down, in the quiet of the night.

“Jekyll,” cried Utterson, with a loud voice, “I demand to see you.” He paused a moment, but there came no reply. “I give you fair warning, our suspicions are aroused, and I must and shall see you,” he resumed; “if not by fair means, then by foul—if not of your consent, then by brute force!”

“Utterson,” said the voice, “for God’s sake, have mercy!”

“Ah, that’s not Jekyll’s voice—it’s Hyde’s!” cried Utterson. “Down with the door, Poole!”

Poole swung the axe over his shoulder; the blow shook the building, and the red baize door leaped against the lock and hinges. A dismal screech, as of mere animal terror, rang from the cabinet. Up went the axe again, and again the panels crashed and the frame bounded; four times the blow fell; but the wood was tough and the fittings were of excellent workmanship; and it was not until the fifth, that the lock burst and the wreck of the door fell inwards on the carpet.

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.”

The far greater proportion of the building was occupied by the theatre, which filled almost the whole ground storey and was lighted from above, and by the cabinet, which formed an upper storey at one end and looked upon the court. A corridor joined the theatre to the door on the by-street; and with this the cabinet communicated separately by a second flight of stairs. There were besides a few dark closets and a spacious cellar. All these they now thoroughly examined. Each closet needed but a glance, for all were empty, and all, by the dust that fell from their doors, had stood long unopened. The cellar, indeed, was filled with crazy lumber, mostly dating from the times of the surgeon who was Jekyll’s predecessor; but even as they opened the door they were advertised of the uselessness of further search, by the fall of a perfect mat of cobweb which had for years sealed up the entrance. Nowhere was there any trace of Henry Jekyll, dead or alive.

Poole stamped on the flags of the corridor. “He must be buried here,” he said, hearkening to the sound.

“Or he may have fled,” said Utterson, and he turned to examine the door in the by-street. It was locked; and lying near by on the flags, they found the key, already stained with rust.

“This does not look like use,” observed the lawyer.

“Use!” echoed Poole. “Do you not see, sir, it is broken? much as if a man had stamped on it.”

“Ay,” continued Utterson, “and the fractures, too, are rusty.” The two men looked at each other with a scare. “This is beyond me, Poole,” said the lawyer. “Let us go back to the cabinet.”

They mounted the stair in silence, and still with an occasional awestruck glance at the dead body, proceeded more thoroughly to examine the contents of the cabinet. At one table, there were traces of chemical work, various measured heaps of some white salt being laid on glass saucers, as though for an experiment in which the unhappy man had been prevented.

“That is the same drug that I was always bringing him,” said Poole; and even as he spoke, the kettle with a startling noise boiled over.

This brought them to the fireside, where the easy-chair was drawn cosily up, and the tea things stood ready to the sitter’s elbow, the very sugar in the cup. There were several books on a shelf; one lay beside the tea things open, and Utterson was amazed to find it a copy of a pious work, for which Jekyll had several times expressed a great esteem, annotated, in his own hand with startling blasphemies.

Next, in the course of their review of the chamber, the searchers came to the cheval-glass, into whose depths they looked with an involuntary horror. But it was so turned as to show them nothing but the rosy glow playing on the roof, the fire sparkling in a hundred repetitions along the glazed front of the presses, and their own pale and fearful countenances stooping to look in.

“This glass has seen some strange things, sir,” whispered Poole.

“And surely none stranger than itself,” echoed the lawyer in the same tones. “For what did Jekyll”—he caught himself up at the word with a start, and then conquering the weakness—“what could Jekyll want with it?” he said.

“You may say that!” said Poole.

Next they turned to the business table. On the desk, among the neat array of papers, a large envelope was uppermost, and bore, in the doctor’s hand, the name of Mr. Utterson. The lawyer unsealed it, and several enclosures fell to the floor. The first was a will, drawn in the same eccentric terms as the one which he had returned six months before, to serve as a testament in case of death and as a deed of gift in case of disappearance; but in place of the name of Edward Hyde, the lawyer, with indescribable amazement read the name of Gabriel John Utterson. He looked at Poole, and then back at the paper, and last of all at the dead malefactor stretched upon the carpet.

“My head goes round,” he said. “He has been all these days in possession; he had no cause to like me; he must have raged to see himself displaced; and he has not destroyed this document.”

He caught up the next paper; it was a brief note in the doctor’s hand and dated at the top. “O Poole!” the lawyer cried, “he was alive and here this day. He cannot have been disposed of in so short a space; he must be still alive, he must have fled! And then, why fled? and how? and in that case, can we venture to declare this suicide? O, we must be careful. I foresee that we may yet involve your master in some dire catastrophe.”

“Why don’t you read it, sir?” asked Poole.

“Because I fear,” replied the lawyer solemnly. “God grant I have no cause for it!” And with that he brought the paper to his eyes and read as follows:

“My dear Utterson,—When this shall fall into your hands, I shall have disappeared, under what circumstances I have not the penetration to foresee, but my instinct and all the circumstances of my nameless situation tell me that the end is sure and must be early. Go then, and first read the narrative which Lanyon warned me he was to place in your hands; and if you care to hear more, turn to the confession of

“Your unworthy and unhappy friend,

“HENRY JEKYLL.”

“There was a third enclosure?” asked Utterson.

“Here, sir,” said Poole, and gave into his hands a considerable packet sealed in several places.

The lawyer put it in his pocket. “I would say nothing of this paper. If your master has fled or is dead, we may at least save his credit. It is now ten; I must go home and read these documents in quiet; but I shall be back before midnight, when we shall send for the police.”

They went out, locking the door of the theatre behind them; and Utterson, once more leaving the servants gathered about the fire in the hall, trudged back to his office to read the two narratives in which this mystery was now to be explained.

DR. LANYON’S NARRATIVE

On the ninth of January, now four days ago, I received by the evening delivery a registered envelope, addressed in the hand of my colleague and old school companion, Henry Jekyll. I was a good deal surprised by this; for we were by no means in the habit of correspondence; I had seen the man, dined with him, indeed, the night before; and I could imagine nothing in our intercourse that should justify formality of registration. The contents increased my wonder; for this is how the letter ran:

“10th December, 18—.

“Dear Lanyon,—You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me to-night, I am lost. You might suppose, after this preface, that I am going to ask you for something dishonourable to grant. Judge for yourself.

“I want you to postpone all other engagements for to-night—ay, even if you were summoned to the bedside of an emperor; to take a cab, unless your carriage should be actually at the door; and with this letter in your hand for consultation, to drive straight to my house. Poole, my butler, has his orders; you will find him waiting your arrival with a locksmith. The door of my cabinet is then to be forced; and you are to go in alone; to open the glazed press (letter E) on the left hand, breaking the lock if it be shut; and to draw out, with all its contents as they stand, the fourth drawer from the top or (which is the same thing) the third from the bottom. In my extreme distress of mind, I have a morbid fear of misdirecting you; but even if I am in error, you may know the right drawer by its contents: some powders, a phial and a paper book. This drawer I beg of you to carry back with you to Cavendish Square exactly as it stands.

“That is the first part of the service: now for the second. You should be back, if you set out at once on the receipt of this, long before midnight; but I will leave you that amount of margin, not only in the fear of one of those obstacles that can neither be prevented nor foreseen, but because an hour when your servants are in bed is to be preferred for what will then remain to do. At midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone in your consulting room, to admit with your own hand into the house a man who will present himself in my name, and to place in his hands the drawer that you will have brought with you from my cabinet. Then you will have played your part and earned my gratitude completely. Five minutes afterwards, if you insist upon an explanation, you will have understood that these arrangements are of capital importance; and that by the neglect of one of them, fantastic as they must appear, you might have charged your conscience with my death or the shipwreck of my reason.

“Confident as I am that you will not trifle with this appeal, my heart sinks and my hand trembles at the bare thought of such a possibility. Think of me at this hour, in a strange place, labouring under a blackness of distress that no fancy can exaggerate, and yet well aware that, if you will but punctually serve me, my troubles will roll away like a story that is told. Serve me, my dear Lanyon and save

“Your friend,

“H.J.

“P.S.—I had already sealed this up when a fresh terror struck upon my soul. It is possible that the post-office may fail me, and this letter not come into your hands until to-morrow morning. In that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more expect my messenger at midnight. It may then already be too late; and if that night passes without event, you will know that you have seen the last of Henry Jekyll.”

Upon the reading of this letter, I made sure my colleague was insane; but till that was proved beyond the possibility of doubt, I felt bound to do as he requested. The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance; and an appeal so worded could not be set aside without a grave responsibility. I rose accordingly from table, got into a hansom, and drove straight to Jekyll’s house. The butler was awaiting my arrival; he had received by the same post as mine a registered letter of instruction, and had sent at once for a locksmith and a carpenter. The tradesmen came while we were yet speaking; and we moved in a body to old Dr. Denman’s surgical theatre, from which (as you are doubtless aware) Jekyll’s private cabinet is most conveniently entered. The door was very strong, the lock excellent; the carpenter avowed he would have great trouble and have to do much damage, if force were to be used; and the locksmith was near despair. But this last was a handy fellow, and after two hour’s work, the door stood open. The press marked E was unlocked; and I took out the drawer, had it filled up with straw and tied in a sheet, and returned with it to Cavendish Square.

Here I proceeded to examine its contents. The powders were neatly enough made up, but not with the nicety of the dispensing chemist; so that it was plain they were of Jekyll’s private manufacture; and when I opened one of the wrappers I found what seemed to me a simple crystalline salt of a white colour. The phial, to which I next turned my attention, might have been about half full of a blood-red liquor, which was highly pungent to the sense of smell and seemed to me to contain phosphorus and some volatile ether. At the other ingredients I could make no guess. The book was an ordinary version book and contained little but a series of dates. These covered a period of many years, but I observed that the entries ceased nearly a year ago and quite abruptly. Here and there a brief remark was appended to a date, usually no more than a single word: “double” occurring perhaps six times in a total of several hundred entries; and once very early in the list and followed by several marks of exclamation, “total failure!!!” All this, though it whetted my curiosity, told me little that was definite. Here were a phial of some salt, and the record of a series of experiments that had led (like too many of Jekyll’s investigations) to no end of practical usefulness. How could the presence of these articles in my house affect either the honour, the sanity, or the life of my flighty colleague? If his messenger could go to one place, why could he not go to another? And even granting some impediment, why was this gentleman to be received by me in secret? The more I reflected the more convinced I grew that I was dealing with a case of cerebral disease; and though I dismissed my servants to bed, I loaded an old revolver, that I might be found in some posture of self-defence.

Twelve o’clock had scarce rung out over London, ere the knocker sounded very gently on the door. I went myself at the summons, and found a small man crouching against the pillars of the portico.

“Are you come from Dr. Jekyll?” I asked.

He told me “yes” by a constrained gesture; and when I had bidden him enter, he did not obey me without a searching backward glance into the darkness of the square. There was a policeman not far off, advancing with his bull’s eye open; and at the sight, I thought my visitor started and made greater haste.

These particulars struck me, I confess, disagreeably; and as I followed him into the bright light of the consulting room, I kept my hand ready on my weapon. Here, at last, I had a chance of clearly seeing him. I had never set eyes on him before, so much was certain. He was small, as I have said; I was struck besides with the shocking expression of his face, with his remarkable combination of great muscular activity and great apparent debility of constitution, and—last but not least—with the odd, subjective disturbance caused by his neighbourhood. This bore some resemblance to incipient rigour, and was accompanied by a marked sinking of the pulse. At the time, I set it down to some idiosyncratic, personal distaste, and merely wondered at the acuteness of the symptoms; but I have since had reason to believe the cause to lie much deeper in the nature of man, and to turn on some nobler hinge than the principle of hatred.

This person (who had thus, from the first moment of his entrance, struck in me what I can only describe as a disgustful curiosity) was dressed in a fashion that would have made an ordinary person laughable; his clothes, that is to say, although they were of rich and sober fabric, were enormously too large for him in every measurement—the trousers hanging on his legs and rolled up to keep them from the ground, the waist of the coat below his haunches, and the collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders. Strange to relate, this ludicrous accoutrement was far from moving me to laughter. Rather, as there was something abnormal and misbegotten in the very essence of the creature that now faced me—something seizing, surprising and revolting—this fresh disparity seemed but to fit in with and to reinforce it; so that to my interest in the man’s nature and character, there was added a curiosity as to his origin, his life, his fortune and status in the world.

These observations, though they have taken so great a space to be set down in, were yet the work of a few seconds. My visitor was, indeed, on fire with sombre excitement.

“Have you got it?” he cried. “Have you got it?” And so lively was his impatience that he even laid his hand upon my arm and sought to shake me.

I put him back, conscious at his touch of a certain icy pang along my blood. “Come, sir,” said I. “You forget that I have not yet the pleasure of your acquaintance. Be seated, if you please.” And I showed him an example, and sat down myself in my customary seat and with as fair an imitation of my ordinary manner to a patient, as the lateness of the hour, the nature of my preoccupations, and the horror I had of my visitor, would suffer me to muster.

“I beg your pardon, Dr. Lanyon,” he replied civilly enough. “What you say is very well founded; and my impatience has shown its heels to my politeness. I come here at the instance of your colleague, Dr. Henry Jekyll, on a piece of business of some moment; and I understood…” He paused and put his hand to his throat, and I could see, in spite of his collected manner, that he was wrestling against the approaches of the hysteria—“I understood, a drawer…”

But here I took pity on my visitor’s suspense, and some perhaps on my own growing curiosity.

“There it is, sir,” said I, pointing to the drawer, where it lay on the floor behind a table and still covered with the sheet.

He sprang to it, and then paused, and laid his hand upon his heart; I could hear his teeth grate with the convulsive action of his jaws; and his face was so ghastly to see that I grew alarmed both for his life and reason.

“Compose yourself,” said I.

He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet. At sight of the contents, he uttered one loud sob of such immense relief that I sat petrified. And the next moment, in a voice that was already fairly well under control, “Have you a graduated glass?” he asked.

I rose from my place with something of an effort and gave him what he asked.

He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured out a few minims of the red tincture and added one of the powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour. Suddenly and at the same moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked upon me with an air of scrutiny.

“And now,” said he, “to settle what remains. Will you be wise? will you be guided? will you suffer me to take this glass in my hand and to go forth from your house without further parley? or has the greed of curiosity too much command of you? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. As you decide, you shall be left as you were before, and neither richer nor wiser, unless the sense of service rendered to a man in mortal distress may be counted as a kind of riches of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power shall be laid open to you, here, in this room, upon the instant; and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan.”

“Sir,” said I, affecting a coolness that I was far from truly possessing, “you speak enigmas, and you will perhaps not wonder that I hear you with no very strong impression of belief. But I have gone too far in the way of inexplicable services to pause before I see the end.”

“It is well,” replied my visitor. “Lanyon, you remember your vows: what follows is under the seal of our profession. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors—behold!”

He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a change—he seemed to swell—his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter—and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the wall, my arms raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.

“O God!” I screamed, and “O God!” again and again; for there before my eyes—pale and shaken, and half fainting, and groping before him with his hands, like a man restored from death—there stood Henry Jekyll!

What he told me in the next hour, I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night; and I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die incredulous. As for the moral turpitude that man unveiled to me, even with tears of penitence, I cannot, even in memory, dwell on it without a start of horror. I will say but one thing, Utterson, and that (if you can bring your mind to credit it) will be more than enough. The creature who crept into my house that night was, on Jekyll’s own confession, known by the name of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the murderer of Carew.

HASTIE LANYON.

HENRY JEKYLL’S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE

I was born in the year 18— to a large fortune, endowed besides with excellent parts, inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen, and thus, as might have been supposed, with every guarantee of an honourable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many, but such as I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life. Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty of; but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them with an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any particular degradation in my faults, that made me what I was, and, with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man’s dual nature. In this case, I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies, which led wholly towards the mystic and the transcendental, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the perennial war among my members. With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two. I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens. I, for my part, from the nature of my life, advanced infallibly in one direction and in one direction only. It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together—that in the agonised womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then were they dissociated?

I was so far in my reflections when, as I have said, a side light began to shine upon the subject from the laboratory table. I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality, the mistlike transience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired. Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavilion. For two good reasons, I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man’s shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure. Second, because, as my narrative will make, alas! too evident, my discoveries were incomplete. Enough then, that I not only recognised my natural body from the mere aura and effulgence of certain of the powers that made up my spirit, but managed to compound a drug by which these powers should be dethroned from their supremacy, and a second form and countenance substituted, none the less natural to me because they were the expression, and bore the stamp, of lower elements in my soul.

I hesitated long before I put this theory to the test of practice. I knew well that I risked death; for any drug that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might, by the least scruple of an overdose or at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change. But the temptation of a discovery so singular and profound at last overcame the suggestions of alarm. I had long since prepared my tincture; I purchased at once, from a firm of wholesale chemists, a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, from my experiments, to be the last ingredient required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in the glass, and when the ebullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.

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. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of the soul. I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil; and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. I stretched out my hands, exulting in the freshness of these sensations; and in the act, I was suddenly aware that I had lost in stature.

There was no mirror, at that date, in my room; that which stands beside me as I write, was brought there later on and for the very purpose of these transformations. The night however, was far gone into the morning—the morning, black as it was, was nearly ripe for the conception of the day—the inmates of my house were locked in the most rigorous hours of slumber; and I determined, flushed as I was with hope and triumph, to venture in my new shape as far as to my bedroom. I crossed the yard, wherein the constellations looked down upon me, I could have thought, with wonder, the first creature of that sort that their unsleeping vigilance had yet disclosed to them; I stole through the corridors, a stranger in my own house; and coming to my room, I saw for the first time the appearance of Edward Hyde.

I must here speak by theory alone, saying not that which I know, but that which I suppose to be most probable. The evil side of my nature, to which I had now transferred the stamping efficacy, was less robust and less developed than the good which I had just deposed. Again, in the course of my life, which had been, after all, nine tenths a life of effort, virtue and control, it had been much less exercised and much less exhausted. And hence, as I think, it came about that Edward Hyde was so much smaller, slighter and younger than Henry Jekyll. Even as good shone upon the countenance of the one, evil was written broadly and plainly on the face of the other. Evil besides (which I must still believe to be the lethal side of man) had left on that body an imprint of deformity and decay. And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome. This, too, was myself. It seemed natural and human. In my eyes it bore a livelier image of the spirit, it seemed more express and single, than the imperfect and divided countenance I had been hitherto accustomed to call mine. And in so far I was doubtless right. I have observed that when I wore the semblance of Edward Hyde, none could come near to me at first without a visible misgiving of the flesh. This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.

I lingered but a moment at the mirror: the second and conclusive experiment had yet to be attempted; it yet remained to be seen if I had lost my identity beyond redemption and must flee before daylight from a house that was no longer mine; and hurrying back to my cabinet, I once more prepared and drank the cup, once more suffered the pangs of dissolution, and came to myself once more with the character, the stature and the face of Henry Jekyll.

That night I had come to the fatal cross-roads. Had I approached my discovery in a more noble spirit, had I risked the experiment while under the empire of generous or pious aspirations, all must have been otherwise, and from these agonies of death and birth, I had come forth an angel instead of a fiend. The drug had no discriminating action; it was neither diabolical nor divine; it but shook the doors of the prisonhouse of my disposition; and like the captives of Philippi, that which stood within ran forth. At that time my virtue slumbered; my evil, kept awake by ambition, was alert and swift to seize the occasion; and the thing that was projected was Edward Hyde. Hence, although I had now two characters as well as two appearances, one was wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation and improvement I had already learned to despair. The movement was thus wholly toward the worse.

Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversions to the dryness of a life of study. I would still be merrily disposed at times; and as my pleasures were (to say the least) undignified, and I was not only well known and highly considered, but growing towards the elderly man, this incoherency of my life was daily growing more unwelcome. It was on this side that my new power tempted me until I fell in slavery. I had but to drink the cup, to doff at once the body of the noted professor, and to assume, like a thick cloak, that of Edward Hyde. I smiled at the notion; it seemed to me at the time to be humourous; and I made my preparations with the most studious care. I took and furnished that house in Soho, to which Hyde was tracked by the police; and engaged as a housekeeper a creature whom I knew well to be silent and unscrupulous. On the other side, I announced to my servants that a Mr. Hyde (whom I described) was to have full liberty and power about my house in the square; and to parry mishaps, I even called and made myself a familiar object, in my second character. I next drew up that will to which you so much objected; so that if anything befell me in the person of Dr. Jekyll, I could enter on that of Edward Hyde without pecuniary loss. And thus fortified, as I supposed, on every side, I began to profit by the strange immunities of my position.

Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasures. I was the first that could plod in the public eye with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring headlong into the sea of liberty. But for me, in my impenetrable mantle, the safety was complete. 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 Henry Jekyll.

The pleasures which I made haste to seek in my disguise were, as I have said, undignified; I would scarce use a harder term. But in the hands of Edward Hyde, they soon began to turn toward the monstrous. When I would come back from these excursions, I was often plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul, and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a being inherently malign and villainous; his every act and thought centered on self; drinking pleasure with bestial avidity from any degree of torture to another; relentless like a man of stone. Henry Jekyll stood at times aghast before the acts of Edward Hyde; but the situation was apart from ordinary laws, and insidiously relaxed the grasp of conscience. It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty. Jekyll was no worse; he woke again to his good qualities seemingly unimpaired; he would even make haste, where it was possible, to undo the evil done by Hyde. And thus his conscience slumbered.

Into the details of the infamy at which I thus connived (for even now I can scarce grant that I committed it) I have no design of entering; I mean but to point out the warnings and the successive steps with which my chastisement approached. I met with one accident which, as it brought on no consequence, I shall no more than mention. An act of cruelty to a child aroused against me the anger of a passer-by, whom I recognised the other day in the person of your kinsman; the doctor and the child’s family joined him; there were moments when I feared for my life; and at last, in order to pacify their too just resentment, Edward Hyde had to bring them to the door, and pay them in a cheque drawn in the name of Henry Jekyll. But this danger was easily eliminated from the future, by opening an account at another bank in the name of Edward Hyde himself; and when, by sloping my own hand backward, I had supplied my double with a signature, I thought I sat beyond the reach of fate.

Some two months before the murder of Sir Danvers, I had been out for one of my adventures, had returned at a late hour, and woke the next day in bed with somewhat odd sensations. It was in vain I looked about me; in vain I saw the decent furniture and tall proportions of my room in the square; in vain that I recognised the pattern of the bed curtains and the design of the mahogany frame; something still kept insisting that I was not where I was, that I had not wakened where I seemed to be, but in the little room in Soho where I was accustomed to sleep in the body of Edward Hyde. I smiled to myself, and in my psychological way, began lazily to inquire into the elements of this illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, dropping back into a comfortable morning doze. I was still so engaged when, in one of my more wakeful moments, my eyes fell upon my hand. Now the hand of Henry Jekyll (as you have often remarked) was professional in shape and size; it was large, firm, white and comely. But the hand which I now saw, clearly enough, in the yellow light of a mid-London morning, lying half shut on the bedclothes, was lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde.

I must have stared upon it for near half a minute, sunk as I was in the mere stupidity of wonder, before terror woke up in my breast as sudden and startling as the crash of cymbals; and bounding from my bed I rushed to the mirror. 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. How was this to be explained? I asked myself; and then, with another bound of terror—how was it to be remedied? It was well on in the morning; the servants were up; all my drugs were in the cabinet—a long journey down two pairs of stairs, through the back passage, across the open court and through the anatomical theatre, from where I was then standing horror-struck. It might indeed be possible to cover my face; but of what use was that, when I was unable to conceal the alteration in my stature? And then with an overpowering sweetness of relief, it came back upon my mind that the servants were already used to the coming and going of my second self. I had soon dressed, as well as I was able, in clothes of my own size: had soon passed through the house, where Bradshaw stared and drew back at seeing Mr. Hyde at such an hour and in such a strange array; and ten minutes later, Dr. Jekyll had returned to his own shape and was sitting down, with a darkened brow, to make a feint of breakfasting.

Small indeed was my appetite. This inexplicable incident, this reversal of my previous experience, seemed, like the Babylonian finger on the wall, to be spelling out the letters of my judgment; and I began to reflect more seriously than ever before on the issues and possibilities of my double existence. That part of me which I had the power of projecting, had lately been much exercised and nourished; it had seemed to me of late as though the body of Edward Hyde had grown in stature, as though (when I wore that form) I were conscious of a more generous tide of blood; and I began to spy a danger that, if this were much prolonged, the balance of my nature might be permanently overthrown, the power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine. The power of the drug had not been always equally displayed. Once, very early in my career, it had totally failed me; since then I had been obliged on more than one occasion to double, and once, with infinite risk of death, to treble the amount; and these rare uncertainties had cast hitherto the sole shadow on my contentment. Now, however, and in the light of that morning’s accident, I was led to remark that whereas, in the beginning, the difficulty had been to throw off the body of Jekyll, it had of late gradually but decidedly transferred itself to the other side. All things therefore seemed to point to this; that I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my second and worse.

Between these two, I now felt I had to choose. My two natures had memory in common, but all other faculties were most unequally shared between them. Jekyll (who was composite) now with the most sensitive apprehensions, now with a greedy gusto, projected and shared in the pleasures and adventures of Hyde; but Hyde was indifferent to Jekyll, or but remembered him as the mountain bandit remembers the cavern in which he conceals himself from pursuit. Jekyll had more than a father’s interest; Hyde had more than a son’s indifference. To cast in my lot with Jekyll, was to die to those appetites which I had long secretly indulged and had of late begun to pamper. To cast it in with Hyde, was to die to a thousand interests and aspirations, and to become, at a blow and forever, despised and friendless. The bargain might appear unequal; but there was still another consideration in the scales; for while Jekyll would suffer smartingly in the fires of abstinence, Hyde would be not even conscious of all that he had lost. Strange as my circumstances were, the terms of this debate are as old and commonplace as man; much the same inducements and alarms cast the die for any tempted and trembling sinner; and it fell out with me, as it falls with so vast a majority of my fellows, that I chose the better part and was found wanting in the strength to keep to it.

Yes, I preferred the elderly and discontented doctor, surrounded by friends and cherishing honest hopes; and bade a resolute farewell to the liberty, the comparative youth, the light step, leaping impulses and secret pleasures, that I had enjoyed in the disguise of Hyde. I made this choice perhaps with some unconscious reservation, for I neither gave up the house in Soho, nor destroyed the clothes of Edward Hyde, which still lay ready in my cabinet. For two months, however, I was true to my determination; for two months, I led a life of such severity as I had never before attained to, and enjoyed the compensations of an approving conscience. But time began at last to obliterate the freshness of my alarm; the praises of conscience began to grow into a thing of course; I began to be tortured with throes and longings, as of Hyde struggling after freedom; and at last, in an hour of moral weakness, I once again compounded and swallowed the transforming draught.

I do not suppose that, when a drunkard reasons with himself upon his vice, he is once out of five hundred times affected by the dangers that he runs through his brutish, physical insensibility; neither had I, long as I had considered my position, made enough allowance for the complete moral insensibility and insensate readiness to evil, which were the leading characters of Edward Hyde. Yet it was by these that I was punished. My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring. I was conscious, even when I took the draught, of a more unbridled, a more furious propensity to ill. It must have been this, I suppose, that stirred in my soul that tempest of impatience with which I listened to the civilities of my unhappy victim; I declare, at least, before God, no man morally sane could have been guilty of that crime upon so pitiful a provocation; and that I struck in no more reasonable spirit than that in which a sick child may break a plaything. But I had voluntarily stripped myself of all those balancing instincts by which even the worst of us continues to walk with some degree of steadiness among temptations; and in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall.

Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror. A mist dispersed; I saw my life to be forfeit; and fled from the scene of these excesses, at once glorying and trembling, my lust of evil gratified and stimulated, my love of life screwed to the topmost peg. I ran to the house in Soho, and (to make assurance doubly sure) destroyed my papers; thence I set out through the lamplit streets, in the same divided ecstasy of mind, gloating on my crime, light-headedly devising others in the future, and yet still hastening and still hearkening in my wake for the steps of the avenger. Hyde had a song upon his lips as he compounded the draught, and as he drank it, pledged the dead man. The pangs of transformation had not done tearing him, before Henry Jekyll, with streaming tears of gratitude and remorse, had fallen upon his knees and lifted his clasped hands to God. The veil of self-indulgence was rent from head to foot. I saw my life as a whole: I followed it up from the days of childhood, when I had walked with my father’s hand, and through the self-denying toils of my professional life, to arrive again and again, with the same sense of unreality, at the damned horrors of the evening. I could have screamed aloud; I sought with tears and prayers to smother down the crowd of hideous images and sounds with which my memory swarmed against me; and still, between the petitions, the ugly face of my iniquity stared into my soul. As the acuteness of this remorse began to die away, it was succeeded by a sense of joy. The problem of my conduct was solved. Hyde was thenceforth impossible; whether I would or not, I was now confined to the better part of my existence; and O, how I rejoiced to think of it! with what willing humility I embraced anew the restrictions of natural life! with what sincere renunciation I locked the door by which I had so often gone and come, and ground the key under my heel!

The next day, came the news that the murder had not been overlooked, that the guilt of Hyde was patent to the world, and that the victim was a man high in public estimation. It was not only a crime, it had been a tragic folly. I think I was glad to know it; I think I was glad to have my better impulses thus buttressed and guarded by the terrors of the scaffold. Jekyll was now my city of refuge; let but Hyde peep out an instant, and the hands of all men would be raised to take and slay him.

I resolved in my future conduct to redeem the past; and I can say with honesty that my resolve was fruitful of some good. You know yourself how earnestly, in the last months of the last year, I laboured to relieve suffering; you know that much was done for others, and that the days passed quietly, almost happily for myself. Nor can I truly say that I wearied of this beneficent and innocent life; I think instead that I daily enjoyed it more completely; but I was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for licence. Not that I dreamed of resuscitating Hyde; the bare idea of that would startle me to frenzy: no, it was in my own person that I was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience; and it was as an ordinary secret sinner that I at last fell before the assaults of temptation.

There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to my evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul. And yet I was not alarmed; the fall seemed natural, like a return to the old days before I had made my discovery. It was a fine, clear, January day, wet under foot where the frost had melted, but cloudless overhead; and the Regent’s Park was full of winter chirrupings and sweet with spring odours. I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin. After all, I reflected, I was like my neighbours; and then I smiled, comparing myself with other men, comparing my active good-will with the lazy cruelty of their neglect. And at the very moment of that vainglorious thought, a qualm came over me, a horrid nausea and the most deadly shuddering. These passed away, and left me faint; and then as in its turn faintness subsided, I began to be aware of a change in the temper of my thoughts, a greater boldness, a contempt of danger, a solution of the bonds of obligation. I looked down; my clothes hung formlessly on my shrunken limbs; the hand that lay on my knee was corded and hairy. I was once more Edward Hyde. A moment before I had been safe of all men’s respect, wealthy, beloved—the cloth laying for me in the dining-room at home; and now I was the common quarry of mankind, hunted, houseless, a known murderer, thrall to the gallows.

My reason wavered, but it did not fail me utterly. I have more than once observed that in my second character, my faculties seemed sharpened to a point and my spirits more tensely elastic; thus it came about that, where Jekyll perhaps might have succumbed, Hyde rose to the importance of the moment. My drugs were in one of the presses of my cabinet; how was I to reach them? That was the problem that (crushing my temples in my hands) I set myself to solve. The laboratory door I had closed. If I sought to enter by the house, my own servants would consign me to the gallows. I saw I must employ another hand, and thought of Lanyon. How was he to be reached? how persuaded? Supposing that I escaped capture in the streets, how was I to make my way into his presence? and how should I, an unknown and displeasing visitor, prevail on the famous physician to rifle the study of his colleague, Dr. Jekyll? Then I remembered that of my original character, one part remained to me: I could write my own hand; and once I had conceived that kindling spark, the way that I must follow became lighted up from end to end.

Thereupon, I arranged my clothes as best I could, and summoning a passing hansom, drove to an hotel in Portland Street, the name of which I chanced to remember. At my appearance (which was indeed comical enough, however tragic a fate these garments covered) the driver could not conceal his mirth. I gnashed my teeth upon him with a gust of devilish fury; and the smile withered from his face—happily for him—yet more happily for myself, for in another instant I had certainly dragged him from his perch. At the inn, as I entered, I looked about me with so black a countenance as made the attendants tremble; not a look did they exchange in my presence; but obsequiously took my orders, led me to a private room, and brought me wherewithal to write. Hyde in danger of his life was a creature new to me; shaken with inordinate anger, strung to the pitch of murder, lusting to inflict pain. Yet the creature was astute; mastered his fury with a great effort of the will; composed his two important letters, one to Lanyon and one to Poole; and that he might receive actual evidence of their being posted, sent them out with directions that they should be registered. Thenceforward, he sat all day over the fire in the private room, gnawing his nails; there he dined, sitting alone with his fears, the waiter visibly quailing before his eye; and thence, when the night was fully come, he set forth in the corner of a closed cab, and was driven to and fro about the streets of the city. He, I say—I cannot say, I. That child of Hell had nothing human; nothing lived in him but fear and hatred. And when at last, thinking the driver had begun to grow suspicious, he discharged the cab and ventured on foot, attired in his misfitting clothes, an object marked out for observation, into the midst of the nocturnal passengers, these two base passions raged within him like a tempest. He walked fast, hunted by his fears, chattering to himself, skulking through the less frequented thoroughfares, counting the minutes that still divided him from midnight. Once a woman spoke to him, offering, I think, a box of lights. He smote her in the face, and she fled.

When I came to myself at Lanyon’s, the horror of my old friend perhaps affected me somewhat: I do not know; it was at least but a drop in the sea to the abhorrence with which I looked back upon these hours. A change had come over me. It was no longer the fear of the gallows, it was the horror of being Hyde that racked me. I received Lanyon’s condemnation partly in a dream; it was partly in a dream that I came home to my own house and got into bed. I slept after the prostration of the day, with a stringent and profound slumber which not even the nightmares that wrung me could avail to break. I awoke in the morning shaken, weakened, but refreshed. I still hated and feared the thought of the brute that slept within me, and I had not of course forgotten the appalling dangers of the day before; but I was once more at home, in my own house and close to my drugs; and gratitude for my escape shone so strong in my soul that it almost rivalled the brightness of hope.

I was stepping leisurely across the court after breakfast, drinking the chill of the air with pleasure, when I was seized again with those indescribable sensations that heralded the change; and I had but the time to gain the shelter of my cabinet, before I was once again raging and freezing with the passions of Hyde. It took on this occasion a double dose to recall me to myself; and alas! six hours after, as I sat looking sadly in the fire, the pangs returned, and the drug had to be re-administered. In short, from that day forth it seemed only by a great effort as of gymnastics, and only under the immediate stimulation of the drug, that I was able to wear the countenance of Jekyll. At all hours of the day and night, I would be taken with the premonitory shudder; above all, if I slept, or even dozed for a moment in my chair, it was always as Hyde that I awakened. Under the strain of this continually impending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself, ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of my other self. But when I slept, or when the virtue of the medicine wore off, I would leap almost without transition (for the pangs of transformation grew daily less marked) into the possession of a fancy brimming with images of terror, a soul boiling with causeless hatreds, and a body that seemed not strong enough to contain the raging energies of life. The powers of Hyde seemed to have grown with the sickliness of Jekyll. And certainly the hate that now divided them was equal on each side. With Jekyll, it was a thing of vital instinct. He had now seen the full deformity of that creature that shared with him some of the phenomena of consciousness, and was co-heir with him to death: and beyond these links of community, which in themselves made the most poignant part of his distress, he thought of Hyde, for all his energy of life, as of something not only hellish but inorganic. This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life. The hatred of Hyde for Jekyll was of a different order. His terror of the gallows drove him continually to commit temporary suicide, and return to his subordinate station of a part instead of a person; but he loathed the necessity, he loathed the despondency into which Jekyll was now fallen, and he resented the dislike with which he was himself regarded. Hence the ape-like tricks that he would play me, scrawling in my own hand blasphemies on the pages of my books, burning the letters and destroying the portrait of my father; and indeed, had it not been for his fear of death, he would long ago have ruined himself in order to involve me in the ruin. But his love of life is wonderful; I go further: I, who sicken and freeze at the mere thought of him, when I recall the abjection and passion of this attachment, and when I know how he fears my power to cut him off by suicide, I find it in my heart to pity him.

It is useless, and the time awfully fails me, to prolong this description; no one has ever suffered such torments, let that suffice; and yet even to these, habit brought—no, not alleviation—but a certain callousness of soul, a certain acquiescence of despair; and my punishment might have gone on for years, but for the last calamity which has now fallen, and which has finally severed me from my own face and nature. My provision of the salt, which had never been renewed since the date of the first experiment, began to run low. I sent out for a fresh supply and mixed the draught; the ebullition followed, and the first change of colour, not the second; I drank it and it was without efficiency. You will learn from Poole how I have had London ransacked; it was in vain; and I am now persuaded that my first supply was impure, and that it was that unknown impurity which lent efficacy to the draught.

About a week has passed, and I am now finishing this statement under the influence of the last of the old powders. 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. Nor must I delay too long to bring my writing to an end; for if my narrative has hitherto escaped destruction, it has been by a combination of great prudence and great good luck. Should the throes of change take me in the act of writing it, Hyde will tear it in pieces; but if some time shall have elapsed after I have laid it by, his wonderful selfishness and circumscription to the moment will probably save it once again from the action of his ape-like spite. And indeed the doom that is closing on us both has already changed and crushed him. Half an hour from now, when I shall again and forever reindue that hated personality, I know how I shall sit shuddering and weeping in my chair, or continue, with the most strained and fearstruck ecstasy of listening, to pace up and down this room (my last earthly refuge) and give ear to every sound of menace. Will Hyde die upon the scaffold? or will he find courage to release himself at the last moment? God knows; I am careless; this is my true hour of death, and what is to follow concerns another than myself. Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

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