August 20, 2025 • 9 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Ten the crying of the man. As I drew near
the house, I saw that the light shone from the
open door of my room. And then I heard, coming
from out of the darkness at the side of that
orange oblong of light, the voice of Montgomery, shouting prindic.
(00:21):
I continued running. Presently I heard him again. I replied
by a feeble hello, and in another moment had staggered
up to him. Where have you been, said he, holding
me at arm's length so that the light from the
door fell on my face. We have both been so
busy that we forgot you until about half an hour ago.
(00:44):
He led me into the room and sat me down
in the deck chair. For a while I was blinded
by the light. We did not think you had thought
to explore the island of ours without telling of he said.
And then I afraid, but what hallo? My last remaining
(01:07):
strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on
my chest. I think he found a certain satisfaction in
giving me brandy. For God's sake, said I fasten the door.
You've been meeting some of our curiosity, they said he.
(01:27):
He locked the door and turned to me again. He
asked me no questions but gave me some more brandy
and water and pressed me to eat. I was in
a state of collapse. He said something vague about forgetting
to warn me, and asked me briefly when I left
the house and what I had seen. I answered him
(01:51):
as briefly, in fragmentary sentences. Tell me what it all means,
said I, in a state bordering on hysterics. It's nothing
so dreadful, said he. But I think you have had
but enough for one day. The puma suddenly gave a
(02:14):
sharp yell of pain. At that, he swore under his breath.
I'm damned, said he. If this playeth not, it badeth
Gareth dreat with its cat. Montgomery said I, what was
that thing that came after me? Was it a beast?
(02:36):
Or was it a man? If you don't sleep to night,
he said, you'll be off your head to morrow. I
stood up in front of him. What was that thing
that came after me? I asked. He looked me squarely
in the eyes and twisted his mouth askew. His eyes,
(02:59):
which had seemed animated a minute before, went dull from
your account, said he. I'm thinking it was a bogul.
I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as
quickly as it came. I flung myself into the chair
(03:19):
again and pressed my hands on my forehead. The puma
began once more. Montgomery came round behind me and put
his hand on my shoulder. Look here, Prindick, he said,
I had no bithness to let you drift out into
the thilly island of our earth. But it's not so
(03:40):
bad as you feel. Man your nerve. I'll work to rags.
Let me give you something that will make you sleep,
that will keep on for hours. Yet you must simply
get to sleep, or I won't answer for it, I reply.
(04:01):
I bowed forward and covered my face with my hands.
Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid.
This he gave me. I took it unresistingly, and he
helped me into the hammock. When I awoke, it was
broad day. For a little while, I lay flat, staring
(04:24):
at the roof above me. The rafters, I observed, were
made out of the timbers of a ship. Then I
turned my head and saw a meal prepared for me
on the table. I perceived that I was hungry and
prepared to clamber out of the hammock, which very politely,
anticipating my intention, twisted round and deposited me upon all
(04:48):
fours on the floor. I got up and sat down
before the food. I had a heavy feeling in my head,
and only the vaguest memory at first to the things
that happened over night. The morning breeze blew very pleasantly
through the unglazed window, and that in the food contributed
(05:10):
to the sense of animal comfort which I experienced presently.
The door behind me, the door inward towards the yard
at the enclosure opened. I turned and saw Montgomery's face
all right, said he I'm frightfully busy, and he shut
(05:30):
the door. Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to relock it.
Then I recalled the expression of his face the previous night,
and with that the memory of all I had experienced
reconstructed itself before me. Even as that fear came back
to me, came a cry from within, But this time
(05:51):
it was not the cry of a puma. I put
down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips and listened silence,
save for the whisper of the morning breeze. I began
to think my ears had deceived me. After a long pause,
I resumed my meal, but with my ears still vigilant,
(06:16):
Presently I heard something else, very faint and low. I
sat as if frozen in my attitude. Though it was
faint and low, it moved me more profoundly than all
that I had hitherto heard of the abominations behind the wall.
There was no mistake this time in the quality of
(06:37):
the dim broken sounds, no doubt at all of their source,
for it was groaning, broken by sobs and gasps of anguish.
It was no brute this time, it was a human
being in torment. As I realized this, I rose, and
(07:00):
in three steps had crossed the room, seized the handle
of the door into the yard, and flung it open
before me. Prindick Man stop, cried, Montgomery, intervening, a startled
deer hound yelped and snarled. There was blood I saw
(07:21):
in the sink, brown and some scarlet, and I smelt
the peculiar smell of carbolic acid. Then through an open
doorway beyond, in the dim light of the shadow, I
saw something bound painfully upon a framework, scarred red and bandaged.
And then, blotting this out, appeared the face of old Moreau,
(07:45):
white and terrible. In a moment, he had gripped me
by the shoulder with a hand that was smeared red,
had twisted me off my feet and flung me headlong
back into my own room. He lived did me as
though I was a little child. I fell at full
length upon the floor, and the door slammed and shut
(08:07):
out the passionate intensity of his face. Then I heard
the key turn in the lock, and Montgomery's voice in expostulation,
ruin the work of a lifetime. I heard Moreau say
he does not understand, said Montgomery, and other things that
(08:28):
were inaudible. I can't spare the time yet, said Moreau.
The rest I did not hear. I picked myself up
and stood trembling, my mind a chaos of the most
horrible misgivings. Could it be possible? I thought, that's such
a thing as vivisection of men was carried on here.
(08:52):
The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky, and
suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a
vivid realization of my own danger.
Ten the crying of the man. As I drew near
the house, I saw that the light shone from the
open door of my room. And then I heard, coming
from out of the darkness at the side of that
orange oblong of light, the voice of Montgomery, shouting prindic.
(00:21):
I continued running. Presently I heard him again. I replied
by a feeble hello, and in another moment had staggered
up to him. Where have you been, said he, holding
me at arm's length so that the light from the
door fell on my face. We have both been so
busy that we forgot you until about half an hour ago.
(00:44):
He led me into the room and sat me down
in the deck chair. For a while I was blinded
by the light. We did not think you had thought
to explore the island of ours without telling of he said.
And then I afraid, but what hallo? My last remaining
(01:07):
strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on
my chest. I think he found a certain satisfaction in
giving me brandy. For God's sake, said I fasten the door.
You've been meeting some of our curiosity, they said he.
(01:27):
He locked the door and turned to me again. He
asked me no questions but gave me some more brandy
and water and pressed me to eat. I was in
a state of collapse. He said something vague about forgetting
to warn me, and asked me briefly when I left
the house and what I had seen. I answered him
(01:51):
as briefly, in fragmentary sentences. Tell me what it all means,
said I, in a state bordering on hysterics. It's nothing
so dreadful, said he. But I think you have had
but enough for one day. The puma suddenly gave a
(02:14):
sharp yell of pain. At that, he swore under his breath.
I'm damned, said he. If this playeth not, it badeth
Gareth dreat with its cat. Montgomery said I, what was
that thing that came after me? Was it a beast?
(02:36):
Or was it a man? If you don't sleep to night,
he said, you'll be off your head to morrow. I
stood up in front of him. What was that thing
that came after me? I asked. He looked me squarely
in the eyes and twisted his mouth askew. His eyes,
(02:59):
which had seemed animated a minute before, went dull from
your account, said he. I'm thinking it was a bogul.
I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as
quickly as it came. I flung myself into the chair
(03:19):
again and pressed my hands on my forehead. The puma
began once more. Montgomery came round behind me and put
his hand on my shoulder. Look here, Prindick, he said,
I had no bithness to let you drift out into
the thilly island of our earth. But it's not so
(03:40):
bad as you feel. Man your nerve. I'll work to rags.
Let me give you something that will make you sleep,
that will keep on for hours. Yet you must simply
get to sleep, or I won't answer for it, I reply.
(04:01):
I bowed forward and covered my face with my hands.
Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid.
This he gave me. I took it unresistingly, and he
helped me into the hammock. When I awoke, it was
broad day. For a little while, I lay flat, staring
(04:24):
at the roof above me. The rafters, I observed, were
made out of the timbers of a ship. Then I
turned my head and saw a meal prepared for me
on the table. I perceived that I was hungry and
prepared to clamber out of the hammock, which very politely,
anticipating my intention, twisted round and deposited me upon all
(04:48):
fours on the floor. I got up and sat down
before the food. I had a heavy feeling in my head,
and only the vaguest memory at first to the things
that happened over night. The morning breeze blew very pleasantly
through the unglazed window, and that in the food contributed
(05:10):
to the sense of animal comfort which I experienced presently.
The door behind me, the door inward towards the yard
at the enclosure opened. I turned and saw Montgomery's face
all right, said he I'm frightfully busy, and he shut
(05:30):
the door. Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to relock it.
Then I recalled the expression of his face the previous night,
and with that the memory of all I had experienced
reconstructed itself before me. Even as that fear came back
to me, came a cry from within, But this time
(05:51):
it was not the cry of a puma. I put
down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips and listened silence,
save for the whisper of the morning breeze. I began
to think my ears had deceived me. After a long pause,
I resumed my meal, but with my ears still vigilant,
(06:16):
Presently I heard something else, very faint and low. I
sat as if frozen in my attitude. Though it was
faint and low, it moved me more profoundly than all
that I had hitherto heard of the abominations behind the wall.
There was no mistake this time in the quality of
(06:37):
the dim broken sounds, no doubt at all of their source,
for it was groaning, broken by sobs and gasps of anguish.
It was no brute this time, it was a human
being in torment. As I realized this, I rose, and
(07:00):
in three steps had crossed the room, seized the handle
of the door into the yard, and flung it open
before me. Prindick Man stop, cried, Montgomery, intervening, a startled
deer hound yelped and snarled. There was blood I saw
(07:21):
in the sink, brown and some scarlet, and I smelt
the peculiar smell of carbolic acid. Then through an open
doorway beyond, in the dim light of the shadow, I
saw something bound painfully upon a framework, scarred red and bandaged.
And then, blotting this out, appeared the face of old Moreau,
(07:45):
white and terrible. In a moment, he had gripped me
by the shoulder with a hand that was smeared red,
had twisted me off my feet and flung me headlong
back into my own room. He lived did me as
though I was a little child. I fell at full
length upon the floor, and the door slammed and shut
(08:07):
out the passionate intensity of his face. Then I heard
the key turn in the lock, and Montgomery's voice in expostulation,
ruin the work of a lifetime. I heard Moreau say
he does not understand, said Montgomery, and other things that
(08:28):
were inaudible. I can't spare the time yet, said Moreau.
The rest I did not hear. I picked myself up
and stood trembling, my mind a chaos of the most
horrible misgivings. Could it be possible? I thought, that's such
a thing as vivisection of men was carried on here.
(08:52):
The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky, and
suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a
vivid realization of my own danger.
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