📒 “He’d in his haun a wechty cane, wi which he wis ficherin; bit he spakk niver a wird, an seemed tae lippen wi an ill grippit-in roose. An syne aa o a suddenty he brakk oot in a muckle flame o fury, stampin wi his fit, furlin the cane, an cairryin on (as the maidie telt it) like a gyte body. The auld cheil tuik a step back, wi the luik o ane verra much bumbazed an a bittickie hurt; an at thon Mr Hyde brakk ooto aa bouns an cloored him tae the yird. An neist meenit, wi ape-like roose, he wis trampin his victim unner fit an dingin doon a heeze o dunts, unner which the banes wir loodly brukken an the corp lowpit on the roadwey.”A horrifeein tale o fleg that’ll bumbaze an dumfouner its readers. Haud awa frae the licht settins o’t that ye’ve seen in films an gaither yer virr tae gyang intae the psychological grue o Jekyll and Hyde. It’s in Lunnon that the buik is supposedly set, bit ilkie page is drookit in the oorie air o Embro—far Robert Louis Stevenson wis born. Is’t a Freudian fable, a morality parable, or a sexual allegory? Its up tae yersel tae decide.. ----"He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at tha...