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.
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.
O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.
More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
Gertrude Jekyll, like Monet, was a painter with poor eyesight, and their gardens - his at Giverny in the Seine valley, hers in Surrey - had resemblance's that may have sprung from this condition. Both loved plants that foamed and frothed over walls and pergolas, spread in tides beneath trees both saw flowers in islands of colored light - an image the normal eye captures only by squinting.
There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.
It's sort of like Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde. The Dr. Jekyll is in the northern and central mountains, we've got heavy snows and lots of snow pack and things are looking pretty normal.
I've always been a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde. I always feel that you should keep singles as commercial as possible so that the people can walk down the road and whistle a song. But on the other hand on albums I think you can afford to show people what you can do.
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