The Island of Dr. Moreau - H.G. Wells

What could it all mean? A locked enclosure on a lonely island, a notorious vivisector, and these crippled and distorted men?

 

*eye-roll*

 

He did point out that he had been starved and weakened by the whole boat ordeal, so he has a pass. Mostly because there were some awesomely dry observations before this, like

 

and to tell the truth I was not curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of London. I have an imagination.

 

And creepy descriptions, and this bit of existentialist paragraph

 

I was set apart from those nameless ones with whom I had fled down a dark road and whose lack of identity I had shared all night in a dark room. I was named, known, recognized; I existed. It was an intense relief. I followed my leader gladly.