Что если человек овладеет способностями, дающими ему неограниченную власть над другими?
Ответ можно найти в блестящем романе знаменитого фантаста Герберта Уэллса «Человек-невидимка».
Это история о талантливом ученом по имени Гриффин, который смог создать аппарат, делающий людей и не только невидимыми, но это принесло ему лишь несчастье.
Опасаясь преследования, он уничтожает свое изобретение и укрывается в деревне под названием Айпинг, где работает над тем, чтобы вернуть себе прежний вид. Однако из-за материальных затруднений Гриффин вынужден снова бежать, не закончив работу. Став изгоем, он становится одержим идеями о терроре и захвате власти.
Гриффин сейчас считается классическим образом «злого гения», а роман «Человек-невидимка» был много раз экранизирован и не теряет своей популярности.
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Герберт Джордж Уэллс. The Invisible Man / Человек-невидимка
Chapter I. The strange man’s arrival
Chapter II. Mr. Teddy henfrey’s first impressions
Chapter III. The thousand. and one bottles
Chapter IV. Mr. Cuss interviews the stranger
Chapter V. The burglary. at the vicarage
Chapter VI. The furniture. that went mad
Chapter VII. The unveiling. of the stranger
Chapter VIII. In transit
Chapter IX. Mr. Thomas marvel
Chapter X. Mr. Marvel’s visit to iping
Chapter XI. In the “coach and horses”
Chapter XII. The invisible man loses his temper
Chapter XIII. Mr. Marvel discusses his resignation
Chapter XIV. At port stowe
Chapter XV. The man who was running
Chapter XVI. In the “jolly cricketers”
Chapter XVII. Dr. Kemp’s visitor
Chapter XVIII. The invisible man sleeps
Chapter XIX. Certain first principles
Chapter XX. At the house in great. portland street
Chapter XXI. In oxford street
Chapter XXII. In the emporium
Chapter XXIII. In drury lane
Chapter XXIV. The plan that failed
Chapter XXV. The hunting. of the invisible man
Chapter XXVI. The wicksteed murder
Chapter XXVII. The siege of kemp’s house
Chapter XXVIII. The hunter hunted
The Epilogue
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The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the “Coach and Horses” more dead than alive, and flung his portmanteau down. “A fire,” he cried, “in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!” He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.
Mrs. Hall lit the fire and left him there while she went to prepare him a meal with her own hands. A guest to stop at Iping in the wintertime was an unheard-of piece of luck, let alone a guest who was no “haggler,” and she was resolved to show herself worthy of her good fortune. As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic maid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost éclat. Although the fire was burning up briskly, she was surprised to see that her visitor still wore his hat and coat, standing with his back to her and staring out of the window at the falling snow in the yard. His gloved hands were clasped behind him, and he seemed to be lost in thought. She noticed that the melting snow that still sprinkled his shoulders dripped upon her carpet. “Can I take your hat and coat, sir?” she said, “and give them a good dry in the kitchen?”
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“I have some luggage,” he said, “at Bramblehurst station,” and he asked her how he could have it sent. He bowed his bandaged head quite politely in acknowledgment of her explanation. “Tomorrow?” he said. “There is no speedier delivery?” and seemed quite disappointed when she answered, “No.” Was she quite sure? No man with a trap who would go over?
Mrs. Hall, nothing loath, answered his questions and developed a conversation. “It’s a steep road by the down, sir,” she said in answer to the question about a trap; and then, snatching at an opening, said, “It was there a carriage was upsettled, a year ago and more. A gentleman killed, besides his coachman. Accidents, sir, happen in a moment, don’t they?”
