“William Wilson” presents conscience as a distinct and separate part of our identity, an alter ego, in fact. Conscience dogs us, doesn’t let us rest, is always by our side – sometimes to our great anger and frustration! Can a man rid himself of conscience? What kind of existence would remain to him after such an action? How much is the conscience an integral part of our identities, and how much of it can be torn asunder from us? The text explores these and other questions.
“William Wilson” is a moralistic tale.
“William Wilson” is not a moralistic tale.