Dracula

by Bram Stoker

where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.

not the sad breasts

Men like women, certainly their wives, to be quite as fair as they are; and women, I am afraid, are not always quite as fair as they should be.

written-by-a-man-core

sympathise with poor Desdemona when she had such a dangerous stream poured in her ear, even by a black man.

no.

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

oh shut up bram

My dear Mina, why are men so noble when we women are so little worthy of them?

omg just admit u want a man and move on Mr. Stoker

Omnia Romae venalia sunt.

All is for sale in Rome

I presume that the sanguine temperament itself and the disturbing influence end in a mentally accomplished finish; a possibly dangerous man, probably dangerous if unselfish. In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves. What I think of on this point is, when self is the fixed point the centripetal force is balanced with the centrifugal; when duty, a cause, etc., is the fixed point, the latter force is paramount, and only accident or a series of accidents can balance it.

wat

for it takes me time to crammle aboon the grees, for there be a many of ’em; an’, miss, I lack belly-timber sairly by the clock.”

WAT

They be nowt but air-blebs.

Air-blebs.

Arthur says I am getting fat.

Lovely.

“No trifling with me!

-van helsing, apparently

But, there, you can’t trust wolves no more nor women.”

Who hurt you bram

and then he cried, till he laughed again; and laughed and cried together, just as a woman does. I tried to be stern with him, as one is to a woman under the circumstances; but it had no effect.

omgg i didn’t know men could *checks notes* feel things??

“That’s quite true, upon my honour. Honest Indian!”

Wat?

and there was no possible reason why I should;

Fuck safety then

Here was my own pet lunatic—the

puppies r too mainstream ig

“Ah, that wonderful Madam Mina! She has man’s brain—a brain that a man should have were he much gifted—and woman’s heart.

yippeeeee man-brain

This vampire which is amongst us is of himself so strong in person as twenty men; he is of cunning more than mortal, for his cunning be the growth of ages; he have still the aids of necromancy, which is, as his etymology imply, the divination by the dead, and all the dead that he can come nigh to are for him at command; he is brute, and more than brute; he is devil in callous, and the heart of him is not; he can, within limitations, appear at will when, and where, and in any of the forms that are to him; he can, within his range, direct the elements: the storm, the fog, the thunder; he can command all the meaner things: the rat, and the owl, and the bat—the moth, and the fox, and the wolf; he can grow and become small; and he can at times vanish and come unknown.

This is one sentence.

A brave man’s hand can speak for itself; it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.

What does that even mean

Ah, but hear me through.

Nooooo shut up

Manlike, they had told me to go to bed and sleep;

Ah.

hold back and let us men do the work.

-.-

Once I got a fright, for, seeing Lord Godalming suddenly turn and look out of the vaulted door into the dark passage beyond, I looked too, and for an instant my heart stood still. Somewhere, looking out from the shadow, I seemed to see the high lights of the Count’s evil face, the ridge of the nose, the red eyes, the red lips, the awful pallor. It was only for a moment, for, as Lord Godalming said, “I thought I saw a face, but it was only the shadows,” and resumed his inquiry, I turned my lamp in the direction, and stepped into the passage. There was no sign of anyone; and as there were no corners, no doors, no aperture of any kind, but only the solid walls of the passage, there could be no hiding-place even for him. I took it that fear had helped imagination, and said nothing.

Finally. Something well written

Last night I went to bed when the men had gone, simply because they told me to.

Raaaaaaa

Thank God! this is the country where bribery can do anything,

Not much has changed then

our man-brains that have been of man so long

Eh

he be no duck-thought at all,

Right

a big swan-thought

oh

How can women help loving men when they are so earnest, and so true, and so brave!

the only thing i got from this book is that Bram is a closeted homosexual