No hand—just an empty sleeve. Lord! I thought, that’s a deformity!… Then, I thought, there’s something odd in that. What the devil keeps that sleeve up and open, if there’s nothing in it? There was nothing in it, I tell you. Nothing down it, right down to the joint. I could see right down it to the elbow, and there was a glimmer of light shining through a tear of the cloth.—Chap. IV, ¶19H.G.
The Invisible Man
A Grotesque Romance
H. G. Wells
|In this tale of psychological terror, a young scientist must live in the personal hell created by his own experiments. Using himself as the subject, the scientist discovers the key to invisibility; yet, he is unable to reverse the results. Wells had created a gripping masterpiece on the destructive effects the invisibility has on the scientist and the insane and murderous chaos left in his malicious wake.|
NEW YORK: BARTLEBY.COM, 2000