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The
other
animals
,
in
their
animal
ardour
,
jostled
me
to
get
a
nearer
view
.
"
Confound
you
,
Prendick
!
"
said
Moreau
.
"
I
wanted
him
.
"
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
said
I
,
though
I
was
not
.
"
It
was
the
impulse
of
the
moment
.
"
I
felt
sick
with
exertion
and
excitement
.
Turning
,
I
pushed
my
way
out
of
the
crowding
Beast
People
and
went
on
alone
up
the
slope
towards
the
higher
part
of
the
headland
.
Under
the
shouted
directions
of
Moreau
I
heard
the
three
white-swathed
Bull-men
begin
dragging
the
victim
down
towards
the
water
.
It
was
easy
now
for
me
to
be
alone
.
The
Beast
People
manifested
a
quite
human
curiosity
about
the
dead
body
,
and
followed
it
in
a
thick
knot
,
sniffing
and
growling
at
it
as
the
Bull-men
dragged
it
down
the
beach
.
I
went
to
the
headland
and
watched
the
bull-men
,
black
against
the
evening
sky
as
they
carried
the
weighted
dead
body
out
to
sea
;
and
like
a
wave
across
my
mind
came
the
realisation
of
the
unspeakable
aimlessness
of
things
upon
the
island
.
Upon
the
beach
among
the
rocks
beneath
me
were
the
Ape-man
,
the
Hyena-swine
,
and
several
other
of
the
Beast
People
,
standing
about
Montgomery
and
Moreau
.
They
were
all
still
intensely
excited
,
and
all
overflowing
with
noisy
expressions
of
their
loyalty
to
the
Law
;
yet
I
felt
an
absolute
assurance
in
my
own
mind
that
the
Hyena-swine
was
implicated
in
the
rabbit-killing
.
A
strange
persuasion
came
upon
me
,
that
,
save
for
the
grossness
of
the
line
,
the
grotesqueness
of
the
forms
,
I
had
here
before
me
the
whole
balance
of
human
life
in
miniature
,
the
whole
interplay
of
instinct
,
reason
,
and
fate
in
its
simplest
form
.
The
Leopard-man
had
happened
to
go
under
:
that
was
all
the
difference
.
Poor
brute
!
Poor
brutes
!
I
began
to
see
the
viler
aspect
of
Moreau
's
cruelty
.
I
had
not
thought
before
of
the
pain
and
trouble
that
came
to
these
poor
victims
after
they
had
passed
from
Moreau
's
hands
.
I
had
shivered
only
at
the
days
of
actual
torment
in
the
enclosure
.
But
now
that
seemed
to
me
the
lesser
part
.
Before
,
they
had
been
beasts
,
their
instincts
fitly
adapted
to
their
surroundings
,
and
happy
as
living
things
may
be
.
Now
they
stumbled
in
the
shackles
of
humanity
,
lived
in
a
fear
that
never
died
,
fretted
by
a
law
they
could
not
understand
;
their
mock-human
existence
,
begun
in
an
agony
,
was
one
long
internal
struggle
,
one
long
dread
of
Moreau
--
and
for
what
?
It
was
the
wantonness
of
it
that
stirred
me
.
Had
Moreau
had
any
intelligible
object
,
I
could
have
sympathised
at
least
a
little
with
him
.
I
am
not
so
squeamish
about
pain
as
that
.
I
could
have
forgiven
him
a
little
even
,
had
his
motive
been
only
hate
.
But
he
was
so
irresponsible
,
so
utterly
careless
!
His
curiosity
,
his
mad
,
aimless
investigations
,
drove
him
on
;
and
the
Things
were
thrown
out
to
live
a
year
or
so
,
to
struggle
and
blunder
and
suffer
,
and
at
last
to
die
painfully
They
were
wretched
in
themselves
;
the
old
animal
hate
moved
them
to
trouble
one
another
;
the
Law
held
them
back
from
a
brief
hot
struggle
and
a
decisive
end
to
their
natural
animosities
.
In
those
days
my
fear
of
the
Beast
People
went
the
way
of
my
personal
fear
for
Moreau
.
I
fell
indeed
into
a
morbid
state
,
deep
and
enduring
,
and
alien
to
fear
,
which
has
left
permanent
scars
upon
my
mind
.
I
must
confess
that
I
lost
faith
in
the
sanity
of
the
world
when
I
saw
it
suffering
the
painful
disorder
of
this
island
.
A
blind
Fate
,
a
vast
pitiless
Mechanism
,
seemed
to
cut
and
shape
the
fabric
of
existence
and
I
,
Moreau
(
by
his
passion
for
research
)
,
Montgomery
(
by
his
passion
for
drink
)
,
the
Beast
People
with
their
instincts
and
mental
restrictions
,
were
torn
and
crushed
,
ruthlessly
,
inevitably
,
amid
the
infinite
complexity
of
its
incessant
wheels
.
But
this
condition
did
not
come
all
at
once
:
I
think
indeed
that
I
anticipate
a
little
in
speaking
of
it
now
.
Scarcely
six
weeks
passed
before
I
had
lost
every
feeling
but
dislike
and
abhorrence
for
this
infamous
experiment
of
Moreau
's
.
My
one
idea
was
to
get
away
from
these
horrible
caricatures
of
my
Maker
's
image
,
back
to
the
sweet
and
wholesome
intercourse
of
men
.
My
fellow-creatures
,
from
whom
I
was
thus
separated
,
began
to
assume
idyllic
virtue
and
beauty
in
my
memory
.
My
first
friendship
with
Montgomery
did
not
increase
.
His
long
separation
from
humanity
,
his
secret
vice
of
drunkenness
,
his
evident
sympathy
with
the
Beast
People
,
tainted
him
to
me
.
Several
times
I
let
him
go
alone
among
them
.
I
avoided
intercourse
with
them
in
every
possible
way
.
I
spent
an
increasing
proportion
of
my
time
upon
the
beach
,
looking
for
some
liberating
sail
that
never
appeared
,
--
until
one
day
there
fell
upon
us
an
appalling
disaster
,
which
put
an
altogether
different
aspect
upon
my
strange
surroundings
.
