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" It may seem a strange contradiction in me - I cannot explain the fact, - but now, seeing the creature there in a perfectly animal attitude, with the light gleaming in its eyes, and its imperfectly human face distorted with terror, I realized again the fact of its humanity. In another moment others of is pursuers would see it, and it would be overpowered and captured, to experience once more the horrible tortures of the enclosure. Abruptly I slipped out my revolver, aimed between the terror-struck eyes, and fired. "
― H.G. Wells , The Island of Dr. Moreau
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" A blind fate, a vast pitiless mechanism, seemed to cut and shape the fabric of existence, and I, Moreau with 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. "
― H.G. Wells , The Island of Dr. Moreau
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" There's something they call the Law. Sing hymns about ‘all thine.’ They build themselves their dens, gather fruit, and pull herbs—marry even. But I can see through it all, see into their very souls, and see there nothing but the souls of beasts, beasts that perish, anger and the lusts to live and gratify themselves.—Yet they're odd; complex, like everything else alive. There is a kind of upward striving in them, part vanity, part waste sexual emotion, part waste curiosity. It only mocks me. "
― H.G. Wells , The Island of Dr. Moreau
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" Montgomery,” said I, suddenly, as the outer door closed, “why has your man pointed ears?” “Damn!” he said, over his first mouthful of food. He stared at me for a moment, and then repeated, “Pointed ears?” “Little points to them,” said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch in my breath; “and a fine black fur at the edges? "
― H.G. Wells , The Island of Dr. Moreau
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" Then I would turn aside into some chapel, and even there, such was my disturbance, it seemed that the preacher gibbered "big thinks" even as the Ape Man had done; or into some library, and there the intent faces over the books seemed but patient creatures waiting for prey. Particularly nauseous were the blank expressionless faces of people in trains and omnibuses - they seemed no more my fellow creatures than dead bodies would be, so that I did not dare to travel unless I was assured of being alone. And even it seemed that I, too, was not a reasonable creature, but only an animal tormented with some strange disorder in its brain, that sent it to wander alone like a sheep stricken with the gid. "
― H.G. Wells , The Island of Dr. Moreau