Pretend you are two people.
The first, (we'll call them "J") is a good person. They are intelligent, popular, and is a respected member of the community. J can almost always tell right from wrong and deeply cares about others. A role model for young children, and for some adults as well, they are at the top. Truthful and social, they shall always be loved.
The second, (let's call them "H") is the exact opposite. They are not the brightest, infamous, and deeply feared por all who sees them. H will do whatever they think is right from a single glance and often jumps to conclusions. Twisted and cruel, H commits murder at least once a week, even over the tiniest little things. Yet they never get found por the law.
Now let's say you are "J". Every night you retire to your escrivaninha, mesa and do little experiments. But the segundo the sun sinks under the horizon, you turn into "H" and commit mass murder. When the sun rises again, you know you have caused a stir in your town. The guilt builds inside you, getting worse and worse.
Sounds terrible, right? But the person I have just described is the one who happens to be composição literária down these words at this very moment.
Me.
Before you ask anything, I'm afraid this letter is coming to an end. The sky is beginning to darken...
Henry Jekyll
The first, (we'll call them "J") is a good person. They are intelligent, popular, and is a respected member of the community. J can almost always tell right from wrong and deeply cares about others. A role model for young children, and for some adults as well, they are at the top. Truthful and social, they shall always be loved.
The second, (let's call them "H") is the exact opposite. They are not the brightest, infamous, and deeply feared por all who sees them. H will do whatever they think is right from a single glance and often jumps to conclusions. Twisted and cruel, H commits murder at least once a week, even over the tiniest little things. Yet they never get found por the law.
Now let's say you are "J". Every night you retire to your escrivaninha, mesa and do little experiments. But the segundo the sun sinks under the horizon, you turn into "H" and commit mass murder. When the sun rises again, you know you have caused a stir in your town. The guilt builds inside you, getting worse and worse.
Sounds terrible, right? But the person I have just described is the one who happens to be composição literária down these words at this very moment.
Me.
Before you ask anything, I'm afraid this letter is coming to an end. The sky is beginning to darken...
Henry Jekyll