“And yet, can one indeed discover a man’s intentions by studying his eyes? Can one know what really goes on inside his mind, in that secret foundry where molten fancies are cast into frightful shapes? Can it not be that each one of us is at bottom the very same, having been fashioned from the same soil, and each is only waiting for the moment when time and place would adhere and he would become something else, something monstrously different? Then you would behold another being – one that looked and sounded the same, but was someone else, or perhaps something else – brutish, bestial, half human at best.”