STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthe
odvjetnik
lawyerwasamanofje
aruggedcountenancethatwasneverlightedbyje
asmile;cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;
backwardinsentiment;
lean,
dugi
long,dusty,drearyandyetnekako
somehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
i
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,nešto
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisoka
eye;somethingindeedwhichneverfoundits
put
wayintohistalk,butšto
whichspokenotonlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,ali
butmoreoftenandloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drank
džin
ginwhenhewasalone,tomortifyje
atasteforvintages;and
iako
thoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Ali
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;ponekad
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpritisak
pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;andinanyextremityinclinedto
pomoći
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“Iletmy
bratu
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
ovom
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhissreća
fortunetobethelastreputablepoznanik
acquaintanceandthelastgoodutjecaj
influenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.I
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheycameo
abouthischambers,henevermarkedanijansu
shadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Nema
NodoubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeatthebest,and
čak
evenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinje
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthis
prijateljski
friendlycircleready-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,orwhattemu
subjecttheycouldfindinzajednički
common.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheysaid
ništa
nothing,lookedsingularlydullandwouldhails
withobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.For
sve
allthat,thetwomenputna
thegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemna
thechiefjewelofeachtjedna
week,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,butčak
evenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightuživati
enjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeof
ovih
theseramblesthattheirwayledthemniz
downaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.The
ulica
streetwassmallandwhatiscalledquiet,ali
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
svi
alldoingwell,itseemedi
andallemulouslyhopingtoučiniti
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthevišak
surplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
da
thattheshopfrontsstoodduž
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,kao
likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Čak
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmorefloridcharmsi
andlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,theulica
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,kao
likeafireinašumi
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
i
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,odmah
instantlycaughtandpleasedtheoko
eyeofthepassenger.Twodoorsfromonecorner,ontheleft
ruci
handgoingeastthelinewasbrokenbytheentryofje
acourt;andjustatthatpoint
je
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustnaprijed
forwarditsgableonthestreet.Itwas
dva
twostoreyshigh;showedno
prozor
window,nothingbutadooronthedonjem
lowerstoreyandablindčela
foreheadofdiscolouredwallonthegornjem
upper;andboreineveryfeature,themarksofprolonged
i
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
koja
whichwasequippedwithneitherzvono
bellnorknocker,wasblisteredi
anddistained.Trampsslouchedintotherecess
i
andstruckmatchesonthepanels;djeca
childrenkeptshopuponthesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhis
nož
knifeonthemouldings;andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveaway
ove
theserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
i
andthelawyerwereontheotherstrani
sideoftheby-street;but
kad
whentheycameabreastoftheentry,theformerlifteduphisštap
caneandpointed.“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—tillatlastIgotintothatstanje
stateofmindwhenačovjek
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,Isaw
dvije
twofigures:onealittle
čovjek
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatje
agoodwalk,andtheotherje
agirlofmaybeeightili
ortenwhowasrunningashardasshewasableniz
downacrossstreet.Well,
gospodine
sir,thetworanintooneanotherprirodno
naturallyenoughatthecorner;a
andthencamethehorribledio
partofthething;forthe
čovjek
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’sbodyi
andleftherscreamingontheground.Itsounds
ništa
nothingtohear,butitwashellishtovidjeti
see.Itwasn’tlikea
muškarac
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igave
je
afewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygospodin
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktogdje
wheretherewasalreadyquiteje
agroupaboutthescreamingdijete
child.Hewasperfectlycool
i
andmadenoresistance,butgavemejedan
onelook,souglythatitbroughtouttheznoja
sweatonmelikerunning.The
ljudi
peoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownobitelj
family;andprettysoon,the
liječnik
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentstaviti
putinhisappearance.Well,the
dijete
childwasnotmuchthegore
worse,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
andwouldmakesuchaskandal
scandaloutofthisasshouldnapraviti
makehisnamestinkfromonekraja
endofLondontothedrugog
other.Ifhehadanyfriends
ili
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldizgubiti
losethem.Andallthe
vrijeme
time,aswewerepitchingitinredhot,wewerekeepingthewomenod
offhimasbestwecouldfortheywereasdivlje
wildasharpies.Ineversawa
krug
circleofsuchhatefulfaces;a
andtherewasthemaninthesredini
middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtakođer
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,gospodine
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapitaloutof
ovu
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamprirodno
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbutwishesto
izbjeći
avoidascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Pa
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sobitelj
family;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
ali
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,i
andatlasthestruck.Thenext
stvar
thingwastogetthenovac
money;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedus
ali
buttothatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutje
akey,wentin,andpresentlycamebacks
withthematteroftenpoundsingoldi
andachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobeareri
andsignedwithanamethatIcan’tspomenuti
mention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory,ali
butitwasanameatbarem
leastverywellknownandčesto
oftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
ali
butthesignaturewasgoodforviše
morethanthatifitwassamo
onlygenuine.Itookthe
slobodu
libertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthecijeli
wholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatje
amandoesnot,instvarnom
reallife,walkintoapodrum
cellardooratfourintheujutro
morningandcomeoutwithanotherman’sček
chequeforcloseuponasto
hundredpounds.Buthewas
prilično
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’says
on
he,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopeni
andcashthechequemyself.’Sowesvi
allsetoff,thedoctor,i
andthechild’sfather,andourprijatelj
friendandmyself,andpassedtheostatak
restofthenightinmychambers;andnext
dana
day,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebanku
bank.Igaveinthe
ček
chequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontovjerujem
believeitwasaforgery.Notabitofit.
The
ček
chequewasgenuine.”“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.Uttersonasking
prilično
rathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’tknowifthedrawerofthe
ček
chequelivesthere?”“Alikely
mjesto
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsome
trgu
squareorother.”“Andyouneveraskedaboutthe—place
s
withthedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
gospodine
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”wasthe
odgovor
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakes
previše
toomuchofthestyleofthedana
dayofjudgment.Youstart
je
aquestion,andit’slikestartingje
astone.Yousitquietlyonthe
vrhu
topofahill;andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;
i
andpresentlysomeblandoldptica
bird(thelastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedontheglavu
headinhisownbackgardeni
andthefamilyhavetopromijeniti
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeit
je
aruleofmine:the
više
moreitlookslikeQueerStreet,na
thelessIask.”“A
vrlo
verygoodrule,too,”saidtheodvjetnik
lawyer.“ButIhavestudiedthe
mjesto
placeformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseems
jedva
scarcelyahouse.Thereisno
drugih
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinili
oroutofthatonebut,onceinagreatwhile,na
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
tri
threewindowslookingonthecourtonthefirstkatu
floor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
uvijek
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.A
Andthenthereisadimnjak
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
netko
somebodymustlivethere.And
ipak
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogether
oko
aboutthecourt,thatit’steško
hardtosaywhereoneendsi
andanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
opet
againforawhileintišini
silence;andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’s
je
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
sve
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sjedna
onepointIwanttopitati
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
ime
nameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tseewhat
štetu
harmitwoulddo.Itwas
je
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortofa
čovjek
manishetosee?”“Heisnot
lako
easytodescribe.Thereis
nešto
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;nešto
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.IneversawamanIsodisliked,
a
andyetIscarceknowzašto
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegivesa
snažan
strongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’todrediti
specifythepoint.He’sanextraordinarylooking
čovjek
man,andyetIreallymogu
cannamenothingoutoftheway.Ne
No,sir;Icanmake
ne
nohandofit;Ican’t
opisati
describehim.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
mogu
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
opet
againwalkedsomewayintišini
silenceandobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youaresureheused
je
akey?”heinquiredatlast.
“Mydearsir...”
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“I
znam
knowitmustseemstrange.The
činjenica
factis,ifIdonotaskyoutheime
nameoftheotherparty,itiszato što
becauseIknowitalready.Yousee,Richard,your
priča
talehasgonehome.Ifyouhavebeeninexactin
bilo
anypointyouhadbetterispravite
correctit.”“Ithinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheother
s
withatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedantically
točan
exact,asyoucallit.Thefellowhad
je
akey;andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.
Isawhimuseitnota
tjedan
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
duboko
deeplybutsaidneverariječ
word;andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.
“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmylongtongue.
Letusmakeabargain
nikada
nevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”saidthe
odvjetnik
lawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespirits
i
andsatdowntodinnerbez
withoutrelish.Itwashis
običaj
customofaSunday,whenthisobrok
mealwasover,tositblizu
closebythefire,avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,dok
untiltheclockoftheneighbouringcrkve
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,kada
whenhewouldgosoberlyi
andgratefullytobed.Onthis
noći
nighthowever,assoonasthetkanina
clothwastakenaway,hetookupje
acandleandwentintohisbusinesssobu
room.Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivate
dijela
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillandsatdowns
withacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Utterson
iako
thoughhetookchargeofitsada
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendtheleastpomoć
assistanceinthemakingofit;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’scipele
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandslobodan
freefromanyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofje
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Ovaj
Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhimbothas
je
alawyerandasaloverofthesanei
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.I
Andhithertoitwashisneznanje
ignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;sada
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
već
alreadybadenoughwhentheime
namewasbutanameofkojem
whichhecouldlearnnoviše
more.Itwasworsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;
i
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistskoja
thathadsolongbaffledhisoko
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitivno
definitepresentmentofafiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxious
papir
paperinthesafe,“andsada
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthiscandle,puton
je
agreatcoat,andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,gdje
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhiskuću
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
itko
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadthought.Thesolemn
batler
butlerknewandwelcomedhim;