STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
je
amanofaruggedcountenancekoji
thatwasneverlightedbyje
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
dugi
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
i
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,nešto
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;nešto
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditsput
wayintohistalk,butšto
whichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,ali
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drankgin
kad
whenhewasalone,tomortifyje
atasteforvintages;and
iako
thoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Ali
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;ponekad
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;andinanyextremityinclinedto
pomoći
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“Iletmy
bratu
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
ovom
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobethelastreputableacquaintancei
andthelastgoodinfluenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.I
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameo
abouthischambers,henevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Nema
NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,and
čak
evenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinje
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
i
andthatwasthelawyer’snačin
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
krvi
bloodorthosewhomhehadknownthelongest;hisaffections,
kao
likeivy,werethegrowthofvremena
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,
bez
nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutgradu
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
mnoge
many,whatthesetwocouldvidjeti
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheycouldnaći
findincommon.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
ništa
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhails
withobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.For
sve
allthat,thetwomenputna
thegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemna
thechiefjewelofeachtjedna
week,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butčak
evenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
ovih
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemniz
downaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.The
ulica
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,ali
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
svi
alldoingwell,itseemedi
andallemulouslyhopingtoučiniti
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
da
thattheshopfrontsstoodduž
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,kao
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Čak
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsi
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,theulica
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,kao
likeafireinaforest;i
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,i
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughti
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Dva
Twodoorsfromonecorner,ontheleftruci
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofje
acourt;andjustatthatpoint
je
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dva
twostoreyshigh;showednowindow,
ništa
nothingbutadooronthelowerstoreyi
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;i
andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolongedi
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
koja
whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredi
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
i
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;djeca
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;
i
andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawayove
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
i
andthelawyerwereontheotherstrani
sideoftheby-street;but
kad
whentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphiscanei
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
heasked;
a
andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withavrlo
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,
s
withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
kući
homefromsomeplaceatthekraju
endoftheworld,abouttri
threeo’clockofablackwinterjutra
morning,andmywaylaykroz
throughapartoftowngdje
wheretherewasliterallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Ulica
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetafterulica
street,alllightedupasifforaprocessioni
andallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstateofuma
mindwhenamanlistensi
andlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dvije
twofigures:onealittle
čovjek
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatje
agoodwalk,andtheotherje
agirlofmaybeeightili
ortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasableniz
downacrossstreet.Well,
gospodine
sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallydovoljno
enoughatthecorner;andthencamethehorrible
dio
partofthething;forthe
čovjek
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyi
andleftherscreamingontheground.Itsounds
ništa
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtovidjeti
see.Itwasn’tlikea
muškarac
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igave
je
afewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,i
andbroughthimbacktogdje
wheretherewasalreadyquiteje
agroupaboutthescreamingdijete
child.Hewasperfectlycool
i
andmadenoresistance,butgavemejedan
onelook,souglythatitbroughtoutthesweatonmekao
likerunning.Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sown
obitelj
family;andprettysoon,the
liječnik
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentstaviti
putinhisappearance.Well,the
dijete
childwasnotmuchtheworse,više
morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;i
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeankraj
endtoit.Buttherewas
jedna
onecuriouscircumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanat
prvi
firstsight.Sohadthechild’s
obitelj
family,whichwasonlynatural.Ali
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatstruckme
me.Hewastheusualcut
i
anddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagei
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccenti
andaboutasemotionalasje
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewas
kao
liketherestofus;svaki
everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnsicki
andwhitewiththedesiretoubije
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
umu
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;a
andkillingbeingoutofthequestion,wedidthenextnajbolje
best.Wetoldthemanwecould
i
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldnapraviti
makehisnamestinkfromonekraja
endofLondontothedrugog
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
ili
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldizgubiti
losethem.Andallthe
vrijeme
time,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenod
offhimasbestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.Ineversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;
a
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,s
withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtakođer
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,gospodine
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutof
ovu
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoidascene,’says
on
he.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’s
obitelj
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
ali
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,i
andatlasthestruck.Thenext
stvar
thingwastogetthenovac
money;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
ali
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutje
akey,wentin,andpresentlycamebacks
withthematteroftenpoundsingoldi
andachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobeareri
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,iako
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,ali
butitwasanameatbarem
leastverywellknownandoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
ali
butthesignaturewasgoodforviše
morethanthatifitwassamo
onlygenuine.Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthe
cijeli
wholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatje
amandoesnot,instvarnom
reallife,walkintoacellarvrata
dooratfourintheujutro
morningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforblizu
closeuponahundredpounds.Ali
Buthewasquiteeasyi
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’says
on
he,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopeni
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowesvi
allsetoff,thedoctor,i
andthechild’sfather,andourprijatelj
friendandmyself,andpassedtheostatak
restofthenightinmychambers;andnext
dana
day,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebank.Igaveinthechequemyself,
i
andsaidIhadeveryreasontovjerujem
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
“Yes,it’s
je
abadstory.Formy
čovjek
manwasafellowthatnitko
nobodycouldhavetodos
with,areallydamnableman;andthe
osoba
personthatdrewthechequeisthevrlo
verypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtakođer
too,and(whatmakesitworse)jedan
oneofyourfellowswhodowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
anhonest
čovjek
manpayingthroughthenoseforneke
someofthecapersofhisyouth.Crna
BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthemjesto
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Iako
Thougheventhat,youknow,isdaleko
farfromexplainingall,”headded,i
andwiththewordsfellintoaveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonaskingrathersuddenly:
“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”
“Alikely
mjesto
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquare
ili
orother.”“Andyouneveraskedaboutthe—place
s
withthedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
gospodine
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”wasthereply.
“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
previše
toomuchofthestyleofthedana
dayofjudgment.Youstart
je
aquestion,andit’slikestartingje
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
vrhu
topofahill;andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;
i
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheglavu
headinhisownbackgardeni
andthefamilyhavetopromijeniti
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeit
je
aruleofmine:the
više
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,na
thelessIask.”“A
vrlo
verygoodrule,too,”saidthelawyer.“ButIhavestudiedthe
mjesto
placeformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
je
ahouse.Thereisno
drugih
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinili
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,na
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
tri
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
uvijek
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.A
Andthenthereisachimneykoji
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
netko
somebodymustlivethere.And
ipak
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogether
oko
aboutthecourt,thatit’steško
hardtosaywhereoneendsi
andanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
opet
againforawhileinsilence;a
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’sje
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
sve
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sjedna
onepointIwanttopitati
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
ime
nameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhatharmitwoulddo.
Itwas
je
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofa
čovjek
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
lako
easytodescribe.Thereis
nešto
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;nešto
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.IneversawamanIsodisliked,
a
andyetIscarceknowzašto
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesastrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythe
točku
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
čovjek
man,andyetIreallymogu
cannamenothingoutoftheway.Ne
No,sir;Icanmake
ne
nohandofit;Ican’tdescribe
ga
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
mogu
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
opet
againwalkedsomewayinsilencei
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youaresureheused
je
akey?”heinquiredatlast.
“Mydearsir...”
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“I
znam
knowitmustseemstrange.The
činjenica
factis,ifIdonotaskyoutheime
nameoftheotherparty,itiszato što
becauseIknowitalready.Yousee,Richard,yourtalehasgone
kući
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactin
bilo
anypointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheother
s
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyoucall
to
it.Thefellowhadakey;
a
andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.Isawhimuseitnota
tjedan
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
ali
butsaidneveraword;i
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letusmakeabargain
nikada
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”saidthelawyer.
SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
i
andsatdowntodinnerbez
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
je
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,tosjesti
sitclosebythefire,je
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,dok
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthehouroftwelve,kada
whenhewouldgosoberlyi
andgratefullytobed.Onthis
noći
nighthowever,assoonastheclothwastakenaway,hetookupje
acandleandwentintohisbusinesssobu
room.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivate
dijela
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandsatdowns
withacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
iako
thoughhetookchargeofitsada
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastassistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
samo
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,sva
allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendandbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butthatinslučaju
caseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceili
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingtri
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoesbez
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefrombilo
anyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofje
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Ovaj
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhimbothas
je
alawyerandasaloverofthesanei
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.I
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;sada
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
već
alreadybadenoughwhentheime
namewasbutanameofkojem
whichhecouldlearnnoviše
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;
i
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistskoja
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofje
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe,“and
sada
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,puton
je
agreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,gdje
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhiskuću
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
itko
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
i
andwelcomedhim;