It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound togetherthat in the agonised womb of consciousness these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How then were they dissociated

“And 'Oh man!' quo he, 'am I no a bonny fighter?”

“If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.”

“Half an hour from now, when I shall again and for ever reindue that hated perso…”

“...the narrow arched entries that continually vomited passengers.”