Dracula

by Bram Stoker

“It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?

I am writing up this part of the diary whilst I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck.

naturally I write till sleep comes.

and the growing twilight seemed to merge into one dark mistiness the gloom of the trees, oak, beech, and pine, though in the valleys which ran deep between the spurs of the hills,

the crazy coach rocked on its great leather springs, and swayed like a boat tossed on a stormy sea.

“Denn die Todten reiten schnell”— (“For the dead travel fast.”)

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

In the soft light the distant hills became melted, and the shadows in the valleys and gorges of velvety blackness.

begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like great wings.

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me; I am in fear—in awful fear—and there is no escape for me;

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere “modernity” cannot kill.

The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

“That’s my brave girl. It’s better worth being late for a chance of winning you than being in time for any other girl in the world.

nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing

Titicaca.

That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven’t heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

I daresay it is the waiting which disturbs her; she will be all right when he arrives.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

Joy, joy, joy! although not all joy. At last, news of Jonathan. The dear fellow has been ill; that is why he did not write.

“If you only knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand—”

“Oh, Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on me. Why, these flowers are only common garlic.”

you would in time, when you had died, have become nosferatu,

The body shook and quivered and twisted in wild contortions; the sharp white teeth champed together till the lips were cut, and the mouth was smeared with a crimson foam.

“pearl among women!

It told me, in its very tones, the anguish of your heart.

none other need now hear your heart beat, as I did.”

They are hard at it.

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the place was that neglected that yer might ’ave smelled ole Jerusalem in it.

I suppose there is something in woman’s nature that makes a man free to break down before her and express his feelings on the tender or emotional side without feeling it derogatory to his manhood;

We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters when the mother-spirit is invoked;

His method of tidying was peculiar: he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders in the boxes before I could stop him.

“You’re not the girl the doctor wanted to marry, are you? You can’t be, you know, for she’s dead.”

Here was my own pet lunatic—the most pronounced of his type that I had ever met with—talking elemental philosophy, and with the manner of a polished gentleman.

‘For the blood is the life.’

it was hard to imagine that I had seen him eat up his spiders and flies not five minutes before.

“Good-bye, my dear. I pray God I may never see your sweet face again. May He bless and keep you!”

Lol

but to-morrow she say good-bye to this work, and we go alone.”

Let mina work ugh

that the house which Dracula had bought was the very next one to my own.

nosferatu

He come on moonlight rays as elemental dust—as

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be someone of the household who bid him to come; though afterwards he can come as he please.

as if a woman can sleep when those she loves are in danger!

Not a thing seemed to be stirring, but all to be grim and fixed as death or fate; so that a thin streak of white mist, that crept with almost imperceptible slowness across the grass towards the house,

The mist grew thicker and thicker and I could see now how it came in, for I could see it like smoke—or with the white energy of boiling water—pouring in, not through the window, but through the joinings of the door.

I looked, the fire divided, and seemed to shine on me through the fog like two red eyes, such as Lucy told me of in her momentary mental wandering

“I must not deceive myself; it was no dream, but all a grim reality.”

“By making them happen; just as he used to send in the flies when the sun was shining. Great big fat ones with steel and sapphire on their wings;

There was much moonshine;