Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
BRAM STOKERAbove the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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Above the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
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It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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