Who has not felt his very flesh writhe and shrink on reading Hugo's fearful story of Gilliatt's fight with the octopus? The art of the great Frenchman is here superb. He compels the reader to identify himself with his hero. Gilliatt's struggles and emotions are his also. The monster projects itself upon him- its tentacles entwine him, their horrible sucking vacuum cups pull at his flesh; he strains, heaves, grasps at these accursed circling gelatinous bands; they seem to yield, but never actually; they crush, excoriate, scarify - his flesh seems to melt - he is disintegrating-it is death in life!
©1931 by Iowa State Teachers College
Science Bulletin: Vol. 4:
4, Article 5.
Available at: https://scholarworks.uni.edu/science_bulletin/vol4/iss4/5