Author's Note: I decided to write about Mr. Enfield's very creepy dream from the second chapter Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I wanted this piece to be not so clinical and like school, so I decided to do more of a conversation tone. I struggled with this because I like structure in my assignments, once I got past that concept I just wrote what came to my mind. So, this is the ending product in which I decided to delve into the world of darkness that man is fascinated by but tries to deny.
Society in today’s times has taken on a whole new entity. Fast paced is the order of today and taking time to relax never finds its way onto anyone’s agenda. In the midst of all this seemingly endless chaos a person must find peace. Sleep is the peace that keeps the world from utter destruction. However, in those few moments of seclusion where a person lays awake on the verge of slipping into dreamland, thoughts of peace do not fill the mind. In those moments though the gruesome, deadly, dark, and evil invade the tranquility, the peace is disquieted. The human conscious is programmed to focus on the things that we never see, but deep down inside have a slight inclination and desire to behold.
Mr. Utterson was a man that had not seen but heard about what every person somehow wishes to, evil. The harsh yet tempting uttering’s of his friend Mr. Enfield circulated within his ears. This story unraveled as the trampling of a small child only feet away from bystanders by a much smaller yet growingly ominous figure. This callous figure had no regard for others, yet Mr. Utterson relished at the story. Once his ears had welcomed this tale his mind could not leave this dark topic. Needless to say, he was fixated, and at that who wouldn’t be?
Many people will try to deny the fact the evil aspects of life do not fascinate them, but in the end these people are nothing but liars. For Mr. Utterson, “…his imagination was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as he lay and tossed in the gross darkness of the night and the curtained room, Mr. Enfield’s tale went before his mind a scroll of lighted pictures” (48). Mr. Utterson is a human being, it is perfectly normal for him to try and imagine this horrific event. Even though Mr. Utterson can imagine this scene in many different ways and forms, the true evil is never known. This rings true for all of us, we can try to imagine evil all we want, but to put a face to it, to know the contours of the skin, to understand the coldness that lurks in the eyes is something that not even the darkest places in our minds can envision.
I often wonder to myself, does true evil have a face? There is always the classic response that the face of Satan is true evil, and though I do agree, I believe that evil exists within the faces of earthly humans. Even though, I myself can never pin a face to this topic, imagining it alone is dark enough. The dark black eyes that when stared into send chills through the spine, the gaunt face that could only be imagined as that of the Grim Reeper, the pointy nose that only a wicked witch could posses. In today’s rapid society the evil and darkness is unaccepted in the eyes of the public. However, these same eyes that belittle the weird also imagine the evil amidst their own solitude. True evil, it will always be that topic that scares us to the cores of our bones and yet it will always be that same topic that fascinates us in the midst of our peace.
The whole thing was great: you proved your points well and you did it in a well-written way that actually kept me reading. The only thing I would have liked to see was a little more text support. You did have the quote about Mr. Utterson's imagination, but I felt like you might have connected it to your ideas a bit more tightly (I wasn't quite sure what it had to do with him being a liar). Another quote somewhere in there could be nice, too, if you had one, but it's not really necessary.
ReplyDeleteIn any case, fantastic disccussion of evil. I actually feel like I learned something, and I honestly wasn't expecting to do that on a blog!