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Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

Bram Stoker

I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
BRAM STOKER

Believe Not Thing Want
Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
BRAM STOKER

Explain Faith Nothing Say Science Want
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.
BRAM STOKER

Eye Fall Image Lying Waxen
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
BRAM STOKER

Brave Hands Itself Men
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKER

Own Place Sleep
The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
BRAM STOKER

Afraid Law Men Sex Woman
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
BRAM STOKER

Act Become Castle Conscious Courtyard Driver Fact House Pill Ruin Suddenly Vast
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.
BRAM STOKER

Brain Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
BRAM STOKER

Brave Even Han Hear Itself Love Man Music Need Speak Woman
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKER

Antidote Mood Terror
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
BRAM STOKER

Bless Bring Come Dread Fear How Live Nighty Nothing People Sleep Some
Take me away from all this Death.
BRAM STOKER

Away Death Squad Take
But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
BRAM STOKER

Feet Flames Night Tread
Enter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKER

Enter Free Freely Own Will
The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
BRAM STOKER

Blood Life Mine Shall
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
BRAM STOKER

Century Revenge Sides

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

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