Answer:
• The narration directly reveals Lanyon's feelings.
Explanation:
The supposed excerpt for the question is from Chapter 9 of the text titled "Dr. Lanyon's Narrative".
What he told me in the next hour, I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night; and I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die incredulous. As for the moral turpitude that man unveiled to me, even with tears of penitence, I cannot, even in memory, dwell on it without a start of horror.
Based on the excerpt from this passage, it is quite evident that the speaker of the narrative, Dr. Lanyon talks of when Dr. Jekyll had first approached and showed him his alter ego Mr. Hyde. Lanyon details the horror and disagreement over what he saw and why he will never come to terms with it. TO him, it is just utter horror, even though he knows that Jekyll had done it for scientific purposes. To Dr. Lanyon, sometimes science has to be done for specific causes, and not for something as creating a monster like Dr. Jekyll had done.
Thus, this excerpt directly reveals the feelings of the speaker of the passage Dr. Hastie Lanyon.
Answer:
D.) know Hyde’s thoughts and feelings through his dialogue and actions.
Explanation:
The dialogue in the text shows that we are veiwing this through Hyde's perspective. Because of this, we can get an idea of what he is thinking from his perspective without the passage directly telling us.
"It is well," replied my visitor. "Lanyon, you remember your vows: what follows is under the seal of our profession. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors—behold!"
He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth . . .
