STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
un
amanofaruggedcountenanceche
thatwasneverlightedbyun
asmile;cold,scantyand
imbarazzato
embarrassedindiscourse;backwardin
sentimento
sentiment;lean,long,dusty,drearyandyet
in qualche modo
somehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
e
andwhenthewinewastohisgusto
taste,somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhisocchio
eye;somethingindeedwhichnever
trovato
founditswayintohisparlato
talk,butwhichspokenotsolo
onlyinthesesilentsymbolsofla
theafter-dinnerface,butmorespesso
oftenandloudlyintheactsofhisvita
life.Hewasausterewithhimself;
beveva
drankginwhenhewassolo
alone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;e
andthoughheenjoyedtheteatro
theatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Ma
Buthehadanapprovedtolleranza
toleranceforothers;sometimeswondering,
quasi
almostwithenvy,atthehighpressione
pressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;e
andinanyextremityinclinedtoaiutare
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedto
diceva
sayquaintly:“Iletmy
fratello
brothergotothedevilinhisownway.”In
questo
thischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortuna
fortunetobethelastreputableconoscente
acquaintanceandthelastgoodinfluenza
influenceinthelivesofdowngoingmen.E
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheyvenivano
cameabouthischambers,henevermarkedun
ashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.No
dubbio
doubtthefeatwaseasytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeat
la
thebest,andevenhisamicizia
friendshipseemedtobefoundedinuna
asimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itis
il
themarkofamodestuomo
mantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromil
thehandsofopportunity;andthatwas
il
thelawyer’sway.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisown
sangue
bloodorthosewhomhehadknowni
thelongest;hisaffections,likeivy,werethe
crescita
growthoftime,theyimpliednon
noaptnessintheobject.Da qui
Hence,nodoubtthebondche
thatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hislontano
distantkinsman,thewell-knownmanaboutcittà
town.Itwasanuttocrackfor
molti
many,whatthesetwocouldvedere
seeineachother,orwhatargomento
subjecttheycouldfindincomune
common.Itwasreportedbythosewho
incontrati
encounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,thattheydetto
saidnothing,lookedsingularlydulle
andwouldhailwithobvioussollievo
relieftheappearanceofaamico
friend.Forallthat,the
due
twomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemtheprincipale
chiefjewelofeachweek,e
andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpiacere
pleasure,butevenresistedthecallsofaffari
business,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
che
thattheirwayledthemgiù
downaby-streetinabusyquartiere
quarterofLondon.Thestreetwassmall
e
andwhatiscalledquiet,ma
butitdroveathrivingtradeontheweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
tutti
alldoingwell,itseemede
andallemulouslyhopingtofare
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;so
che
thattheshopfrontsstoodlungo
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvito
invitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Evenon
Domenica
Sunday,whenitveileditspiù
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyvuoto
emptyofpassage,thestreetbrillava
shoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyquartiere
neighbourhood,likeafireinaforesta
forest;andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,
e
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnota
note,instantlycaughtandpleasedtheeyeofthepasseggero
passenger.Twodoorsfromone
angolo
corner,onthelefthandgoingest
eastthelinewasbrokenbyla
theentryofacourt;e
andjustatthatpointun
acertainsinisterblockofedificio
buildingthrustforwarditsgableonil
thestreet.Itwastwostoreys
alto
high;showednowindow,nothingbut
una
adooronthelowerstoreye
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredparete
wallontheupper;andborein
ogni
everyfeature,themarksofprolongede
andsordidnegligence.Thedoor,
che
whichwasequippedwithneithercampana
bellnorknocker,wasblisterede
anddistained.Trampsslouchedinto
i
therecessandstruckmatchesoni
thepanels;childrenkeptshopupon
i
thesteps;theschoolboyhad
provato
triedhisknifeonthemouldings;e
andforcloseonagenerazione
generation,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorso
ortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
e
andthelawyerwereontheothersideoftheby-street;ma
butwhentheycameabreastoftheentry,theprimo
formerlifteduphiscanee
andpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
chiesto
asked;andwhenhiscompanion
aveva
hadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itiscollegato
connectedinmymind,”addedhe,“withuna
averyoddstory.”“Indeed?”
detto
saidMr.Utterson,withaleggero
slightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascoming
casa
homefromsomeplaceatthefine
endoftheworld,abouttre
threeo’clockofablackinvernale
wintermorning,andmywaylaythroughaparte
partoftownwheretherewasletteralmente
literallynothingtobeseenbutlamps.Strada
Streetafterstreetandallla
thefolksasleep—streetafterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessione
processionandallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintothatstato
stateofmindwhenauomo
manlistensandlistensandcomincia
beginstolongforthevista
sightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
visto
sawtwofigures:onea
piccolo
littlemanwhowasstumpinglungo
alongeastwardatagoodpasseggiata
walk,andtheotheraragazza
girlofmaybeeightordieci
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasablegiù
downacrossstreet.Well,
signore
sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturalmente
naturallyenoughatthecorner;e
andthencamethehorribleparte
partofthething;for
il
themantrampledcalmlyoveril
thechild’sbodyandleftherscreamingonil
theground.Itsoundsnothingto
sentire
hear,butitwashellishtovedere
see.Itwasn’tlikea
uomo
man;itwaslikesome
dannato
damnedJuggernaut.Igaveafewhalloa,
preso
tooktomyheels,collaredmygentiluomo
gentleman,andbroughthimbacktodove
wheretherewasalreadyquiteun
agroupaboutthescreamingbambino
child.Hewasperfectlycool
e
andmadenoresistance,butdato
gavemeonelook,sobrutto
uglythatitbroughtoutil
thesweatonmelikerunning.The
persone
peoplewhohadturnedoutwerethegirl’sownfamiglia
family;andprettysoon,the
dottore
doctor,forwhomshehadbeensentputinhisappearance.Well,the
bambino
childwasnotmuchthepeggio
worse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;e
andthereyoumighthavesupporre
supposedwouldbeanendtola
it.Buttherewasonecurious
circostanza
circumstance.Ihadtakenaloathingtomy
gentiluomo
gentlemanatfirstsight.Sohadthechild’s
famiglia
family,whichwasonlynatural.Ma
Butthedoctor’scasewaswhatcolpito
struckme.Hewasthe
solito
usualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticularagee
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccento
accentandaboutasemotionalasabagpipe.Well,
signore
sir,hewasliketherestofus;ogni
everytimehelookedatmyprigioniero
prisoner,Isawthatsawbonesturnmalato
sickandwhitewiththedesiderio
desiretokillhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
mente
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmia
mine;andkillingbeingoutof
il
thequestion,wedidthenextmeglio
best.Wetoldthemanwecould
e
andwouldmakesuchascandalo
scandaloutofthisasshouldfatto
makehisnamestinkfromoneendofLondontoil
theother.Ifhehadanyfriends
o
oranycredit,weundertookthatheshouldperdere
losethem.Andallthe
tempo
time,aswewerepitchingitinrosso
redhot,wewerekeepingthewomenoffhimasmeglio
bestwecouldfortheywereaswildasharpies.Inever
visto
sawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;e
andtherewasthemaninthecentro
middle,withakindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedtoo,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,signore
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyou
scegli
choosetomakecapitaloutofquesto
thisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturalmente
naturallyhelpless.Nogentlemanbut
desidera
wishestoavoidascene,’dice
sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’Well,wescrewedhim
fino a
uptoahundredpoundsforla
thechild’sfamily;hewould
avrebbe
haveclearlylikedtostickout;ma
buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusche
thatmeantmischief,andatlasthecolpito
struck.Thenextthingwastogetthe
soldi
money;andwheredoyou
pensate
thinkhecarriedusbuttoche
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedfuori
outakey,wentin,e
andpresentlycamebackwiththequestione
matteroftenpoundsinoro
goldandachequeforthesaldo
balanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletoportatore
bearerandsignedwithanome
namethatIcan’tmention,anche se
thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystoria
story,butitwasanome
nameatleastverywellknowne
andoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
ma
butthesignaturewasgoodformoredi
thanthatifitwassolo
onlygenuine.Itookthe
libertà
libertyofpointingouttomygentiluomo
gentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,e
andthatamandoesnot,inreale
reallife,walkintoacantina
cellardooratfourinla
themorningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseuponacento
hundredpounds.Buthewas
abbastanza
quiteeasyandsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’
dice
sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillil
thebanksopenandcashil
thechequemyself.’Sowetutti
allsetoff,thedoctor,e
andthechild’sfather,andouramico
friendandmyself,andpassedil
therestofthenightinmychambers;e
andnextday,whenweabbiamo
hadbreakfasted,wentinacorpo
bodytothebank.Igavein
le
thechequemyself,andsaidIhadeveryragioni
reasontobelieveitwasun
aforgery.Notabitofit.
Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
detto
saidMr.Utterson.“Iseeyou
senti
feelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
una
abadstory.Formy
uomo
manwasafellowthatnessuno
nobodycouldhavetodowith,un
areallydamnableman;andthepersonthatdrewthechequeisthevery
rosa
pinkoftheproprieties,celebratedtoo,e
and(whatmakesitworse)uno
oneofyourfellowswhofa
dowhattheycallgood.Ricatto
Blackmail,Isuppose;anhonest
uomo
manpayingthroughthenoseforsomeofthecapersofhisyouth.BlackMailHouseiswhatI
chiamo
calltheplacewiththeporta
door,inconsequence.Thougheventhat,you
sapete
know,isfarfromexplainingall,”heaggiunto
added,andwiththewordscaduto
fellintoaveinofmusing.From
questo
thishewasrecalledbyMr.Uttersonchiedendo
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
sai
knowifthedrawerofthechequelivesthere?”“A
probabile
likelyplace,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohave
notare
noticedhisaddress;helivesinsome
piazza
squareorother.”“Andyounever
chiesto
askedaboutthe—placewiththedoor?”detto
saidMr.Utterson.“No,sir;
I
avevo
hadadelicacy,”wastherisposta
reply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakestoomuchofthe
stile
styleofthedayofgiudizio
judgment.Youstartaquestion,
e
andit’slikestartingapietra
stone.Yousitquietlyonthe
cima
topofahill;andaway
la
thestonegoes,startingothers;e
andpresentlysomeblandolduccello
bird(thelastyouwouldavresti
havethoughtof)isknockedonla
theheadinhisownbackgiardino
gardenandthefamilyhavetocambiare
changetheirname.Nosir,I
faccio
makeitaruleofmia
mine:themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet,the
meno
lessIask.”“Averygoodrule,too,”
disse
saidthelawyer.“ButI
ho
havestudiedtheplaceformyself,”continuò
continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
una
ahouse.Thereisnoother
porta
door,andnobodygoesino
oroutofthatonebut,volta
onceinagreatwhile,il
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Ci
Therearethreewindowslookingonthecourtontheprimo
firstfloor;nonebelow;
thewindowsare
sempre
alwaysshutbutthey’reclean.E
Andthenthereisacamino
chimneywhichisgenerallysmoking;so
qualcuno
somebodymustlivethere.Andyetit’snotso
sicuro
sure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthe
corte
court,thatit’shardtodire
saywhereoneendsandanotherbegins.”La
Thepairwalkedonagainforun
awhileinsilence;andthen“Enfield,”
disse
saidMr.Utterson,“that’sagoodruleofyours.”“Yes,Ithinkitis,”returnedEnfield.
“Butfor
tutto
allthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sun
onepointIwanttochiedere
ask.Iwanttoaskthe
nome
nameofthatmanwhowalkedoverthechild.”“Well,”
disse
saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’tvedo
seewhatharmitwouldfare
do.Itwasamanofthe
nome
nameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“What
tipo
sortofamanishetosee?”“Heisnot
facile
easytodescribe.Thereis
qualcosa
somethingwrongwithhisappearance;qualcosa
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.Inever
visto
sawamanIsodisliked,andyetIscarceso
knowwhy.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
he
dà
givesastrongfeelingofdeformity,anche se
althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepunto
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
uomo
man,andyetIreallycannameniente
nothingoutoftheway.No,
signore
sir;Icanmakenohandofit;
Ican’tdescribehim.
E
Andit’snotwantofmemoria
memory;forIdeclareIcanseehim
questo
thismoment.”Mr.
Uttersonagain
camminava
walkedsomewayinsilencee
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsiderazione
consideration.“Youaresurehe
usato
usedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“My
caro
dearsir...”beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”
disse
saidUtterson;“Iknowit
deve
mustseemstrange.Thefact
è
is,ifIdonotchiedo
askyouthenameofil
theotherparty,itisperché
becauseIknowitalready.You
vedi
see,Richard,yourtalehasgonecasa
home.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punto
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“Ithinkyou
potuto
mighthavewarnedme,”returnedtheotherwithun
atouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedantically
esatto
exact,asyoucallit.Il
Thefellowhadakey;e
andwhat’smore,hehasitancora
still.Isawhimuseitnot
una
aweekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsighed
profondamente
deeplybutsaidneveraparola
word;andtheyoungmanpresently
riprese
resumed.“Hereisanotherlessonto
dire
saynothing,”saidhe.“Iamashamedofmylong
lingua
tongue.Letusmakeabargainnevertorefertothisagain.”
“With
tutto
allmyheart,”saidthelawyer.Ricerca
SEARCHFORMR.HYDEThateveningMr.Uttersoncamehometohis
scapolo
bachelorhouseinsombrespiritse
andsatdowntodinnersenza
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomofa
Domenica
Sunday,whenthismealwasover,tosedersi
sitclosebythefire,avolume
volumeofsomedrydivinityonhisletto
readingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchiesa
churchrangoutthehouroftwelve,quando
whenhewouldgosoberlye
andgratefullytobed.On
questa
thisnighthowever,assoonasil
theclothwastakenaway,hepreso
tookupacandleandandato
wentintohisbusinessroom.Therehe
aprì
openedhissafe,tookfromthepiù
mostprivatepartofitun
adocumentendorsedonthebusta
envelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWille
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudiare
studyitscontents.Thewillwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonthoughhetookchargeofit
ora
nowthatitwasmade,hadrifiutato
refusedtolendtheleastassistenza
assistanceinthemakingofit;itprovidednot
solo
onlythat,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,tutti
allhispossessionsweretopassare
passintothehandsofhis“friende
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butche
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceo
orunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodo
periodexceedingthreecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydeshouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sscarpe
shoeswithoutfurtherdelayandlibero
freefromanyburthenorobbligo
obligationbeyondthepaymentofun
afewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’sfamiglia
household.Thisdocumenthadlongbeenthelawyer’seyesore.
It
offendeva
offendedhimbothasaavvocato
lawyerandasaloverofthesani
saneandcustomarysidesofvita
life,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.E
Andhithertoitwashisignoranza
ignoranceofMr.Hydethataveva
hadswelledhisindignation;now,by
un
asuddenturn,itwashisconoscenza
knowledge.Itwasalreadybad
abbastanza
enoughwhenthenamewasbutun
anameofwhichhecouldimparare
learnnomore.Itwas
peggio
worsewhenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;e
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistsche
thathadsolongbaffledhisocchio
eye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofun
afiend.“Ithoughtitwasmadness,”he
disse
said,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouscarta
paperinthesafe,“andora
nowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblewouthis
candela
candle,putonagreatcoat,e
andsetforthinthedirezione
directionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicina
medicine,wherehisfriend,thegrande
greatDr.Lanyon,hadhiscasa
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
qualcuno
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”heaveva
hadthought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
e
andwelcomedhim;