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He's Section Eight, Minetta told himself with a... 0 [Feb. 12th, 2010|02:49 am]
He's Section Eight, Minetta told himself with a shiver, and then became amused as he realized the ironyBut a moment later he was frightened again
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It was five-thirty in the morning I spent thirty... 62 [Feb. 11th, 2010|02:38 am]
It was five-thirty in the morning
I spent thirty minutes on the exercise bike -
first time I'd been on it since Julia and Ez died
- showered, and went in to work
"For the next three days I was a bird, I was a
plane, I was Super LawyerMy colleagues
progressed from being worried about me to being
scared for me to being scared for themselves - the
non sequiturs were getting worse, and so was my
tendency to lapse into both pidgin Spanish and a
kind of Pep? Le Pew French - but there can be no
doubt that I moved a mountain of paper during
those days, and very little of it ever came back
on the firmThe partners in the corner
offices and the lawyers in the trenches
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1044 Melda, still holding the Tessie-thing by... 250 [Feb. 10th, 2010|03:10 am]
1044
Melda, still holding the Tessie-thing by the hair
(it fights and kicks, but she's hardly aware of
it), spins clumsily in the water and sees her,
standing at the rail of her ship in her cloak of
redHer hood is down, and Melda sees she is not
even close to human, she is something other,
something beyond human understandingIn the
moonlight her face is ghastly and full of knowing
Rising from the water, thin skeleton arms salute
her
The breeze blows apart the snakes of her hair
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722 Jack tapped me on the shoulder, then leaned... 703 [Feb. 2nd, 2010|03:18 am]
722
Jack tapped me on the shoulder, then leaned close
to murmur in my earHadlock has entered the
buildingWireman wants you to speed this up if
you can
The main gallery - where the Girl and Ship
paintings hung - was on the way to the office, and
Elizabeth could leave by the loading door in back
after having her drink
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722 Jack tapped me on the shoulder, then leaned... 734 [Feb. 2nd, 2010|03:18 am]
722
Jack tapped me on the shoulder, then leaned close
to murmur in my earHadlock has entered the
buildingWireman wants you to speed this up if
you can
The main gallery - where the Girl and Ship
paintings hung - was on the way to the office, and
Elizabeth could leave by the loading door in back
after having her drink
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"Well, back to headquarters company tomorrowlet's... 171 [Feb. 1st, 2010|03:02 am]
"Well, back to headquarters company tomorrowlet's drink to that," Wilson said
"I hope we just dig that fuggin road for the rest of the campaign," Gallagher said
Croft fingered his belt dreamilyThe awareness and excitement he had felt after he killed the prisoner had faded on the march to an empty sullen indifference to everything about himAs he drank, the sullenness remained but there were changes taking place in himHis mind had become dulled and blurred, and he would sit motionless for minutes at a time without speaking, intent upon the curious whirling and tumbling that was going on inside his bodyHis mind kept yawing drunkenly like the underwater shadows that ripple about a pilingHe would think, Janey was a drunken whore, and a dull clod of pain would settle in his chestCrack that whip, he muttered to himself, and his mind eddied over the lazy sensual memories of
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NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU,... 593 [Jan. 31st, 2010|02:45 am]
NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU, BERKELEY HOTEL DIRECTED TO JOHN SEWARD, M(Not Delivered)

27 September

"Friend John,

"I write this in case anything should happenI go alone to watch in that churchyardIt pleases me that the UnDead, Miss Lucy, shall not leave tonight, that so on the morrow night she may be more eagerTherefore I shall fix some things she like not, garlic and a crucifix, and so seal up the door of the tombShe is young as UnDead, and will heedMoreover, these are only to prevent her coming outThey may not prevail on her wanting to get in, for then the UnDead is desperate, and must find the line of least resistance, whatsoever it may beI shall be at hand all the night from sunset till after sunrise, and if there be aught that may be learned I shall learn itFor Miss Lucy or from her, I have no fear, but that other to whom is there that she is UnDead, he have not the power to seek her tomb and find shelterHe is cunning, as I know from MrJonathan and from the way that all along he have fooled us when he played with us for Miss Lucy's life, and we lost, and in many ways the UnDead are strongHe have always the strength in his hand of twenty men, even we four who gave our strength to Miss Lucy it also is all to himBesides, he can summon his wolf and I know not whatSo if it be that he came thither on this night he shall find meBut none other shall, until it be too lateBut it may be that he will not attempt the placeThere is no reason why he shouldHis hunting ground is more full of game than the churchyard where the UnDead woman sleeps, and the one old man watch

"Therefore I write this in case? Take the papers that are with this, the diaries of Harker and the rest, and read them, and then find this great UnDead, and cut off his head and burn his heart or drive a stake through it, so that the world may rest from him

"If it be so, farewellSEWARD'S DIARY

28 September-It is wonderful what a good night's sleep will do for oneYesterday I was almost willing to accept Van Helsing's monstrous ideas, but now they seem to start out lurid before me as outrages on common senseI have no doubt that he believes it allI wonder if his mind can have become in any way unhingedSurely there must be some rational explanation of all these mysterious thingsIs it possible that the Professor can have done it himself? He is so abnormally clever that if he went off his head he would carry out his intent with regard to some fixed idea in a wonderful wayI am loathe to think it, and indeed it would be almost as great a marvel as the other to find that Van Helsing was mad, but anyhow I shall watch him carefullyI may get some light on the mystery-Last night, at a little before ten o'clock, Arthur and Quincey came into Van Helsing's roomHe told us all what he wanted us to do, but especially addressing himself to Arthur, as if all our wills were centred in hisHe began by saying that he hoped we would all come with him too, "for," he said, "there is a grave duty to be done thereYou were doubtless surprised at my letter?" This query was directly addressed to Lord GodalmingIt rather upset me for a bitThere has been so much trouble around my house of late that I could do without any moreI have been curious, too, as to what you mean

"Quincey and I talked it over, but the more we talked, the more puzzled we got, till now I can say for myself that I'm about up a tree as to any meaning about anything

"Me too," said Quincey Morris laconically

"Oh," said the Professor, "then you are nearer the beginning, both of you, than friend John here, who has to go a long way back before he can even get so far as to
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NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU,... 593 [Jan. 31st, 2010|02:45 am]
NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU, BERKELEY HOTEL DIRECTED TO JOHN SEWARD, M(Not Delivered)

27 September

"Friend John,

"I write this in case anything should happenI go alone to watch in that churchyardIt pleases me that the UnDead, Miss Lucy, shall not leave tonight, that so on the morrow night she may be more eagerTherefore I shall fix some things she like not, garlic and a crucifix, and so seal up the door of the tombShe is young as UnDead, and will heedMoreover, these are only to prevent her coming outThey may not prevail on her wanting to get in, for then the UnDead is desperate, and must find the line of least resistance, whatsoever it may beI shall be at hand all the night from sunset till after sunrise, and if there be aught that may be learned I shall learn itFor Miss Lucy or from her, I have no fear, but that other to whom is there that she is UnDead, he have not the power to seek her tomb and find shelterHe is cunning, as I know from MrJonathan and from the way that all along he have fooled us when he played with us for Miss Lucy's life, and we lost, and in many ways the UnDead are strongHe have always the strength in his hand of twenty men, even we four who gave our strength to Miss Lucy it also is all to himBesides, he can summon his wolf and I know not whatSo if it be that he came thither on this night he shall find meBut none other shall, until it be too lateBut it may be that he will not attempt the placeThere is no reason why he shouldHis hunting ground is more full of game than the churchyard where the UnDead woman sleeps, and the one old man watch

"Therefore I write this in case? Take the papers that are with this, the diaries of Harker and the rest, and read them, and then find this great UnDead, and cut off his head and burn his heart or drive a stake through it, so that the world may rest from him

"If it be so, farewellSEWARD'S DIARY

28 September-It is wonderful what a good night's sleep will do for oneYesterday I was almost willing to accept Van Helsing's monstrous ideas, but now they seem to start out lurid before me as outrages on common senseI have no doubt that he believes it allI wonder if his mind can have become in any way unhingedSurely there must be some rational explanation of all these mysterious thingsIs it possible that the Professor can have done it himself? He is so abnormally clever that if he went off his head he would carry out his intent with regard to some fixed idea in a wonderful wayI am loathe to think it, and indeed it would be almost as great a marvel as the other to find that Van Helsing was mad, but anyhow I shall watch him carefullyI may get some light on the mystery-Last night, at a little before ten o'clock, Arthur and Quincey came into Van Helsing's roomHe told us all what he wanted us to do, but especially addressing himself to Arthur, as if all our wills were centred in hisHe began by saying that he hoped we would all come with him too, "for," he said, "there is a grave duty to be done thereYou were doubtless surprised at my letter?" This query was directly addressed to Lord GodalmingIt rather upset me for a bitThere has been so much trouble around my house of late that I could do without any moreI have been curious, too, as to what you mean

"Quincey and I talked it over, but the more we talked, the more puzzled we got, till now I can say for myself that I'm about up a tree as to any meaning about anything

"Me too," said Quincey Morris laconically

"Oh," said the Professor, "then you are nearer the beginning, both of you, than friend John here, who has to go a long way back before he can even get so far as to
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We have of late come to understand that sunrise... 453 [Jan. 30th, 2010|02:34 am]
We have of late come to understand that sunrise and sunset are to her times of peculiar freedomWhen her old self can be manifest without any controlling force subduing or restraining her, or inciting her to actionThis mood or condition begins some half hour or more before actual sunrise or sunset, and lasts till either the sun is high, or whilst the clouds are still aglow with the rays streaming above the horizonAt first there is a sort of negative condition, as if some tie were loosened, and then the absolute freedom quickly followsWhen, however, the freedom ceases the change back or relapse comes quickly, preceded only by a spell of warning silence

Tonight, when we met, she was somewhat constrained, and bore all the signs of an internal struggleI put it down myself to her making a violent effort at the earliest instant she could do so

A very few minutes, however, gave her complete control of herselfThen, motioning her husband to sit beside her on the sofa where she was half reclining, she made the rest of us bring chairs up close

Taking her husband's hand in hers, she began, "We are all here together in freedom, for perhaps the last time! I know that you will always be with me to the end This was to her husband whose hand had, as we could see, tightened upon her"In the morning we go out upon our task, and God alone knows what may be in store for any of usYou are going to be so good to me to take me with youI know that all that brave earnest men can do for a poor weak woman, whose soul perhaps is lost, no, no, not yet, but is at any rate at stake, you will doBut you must remember that I am not as you areThere is a poison in my blood, in my soul, which may destroy me, which must destroy me, unless some relief comes to usOh, my friends, you know as well as I do, that my soul is at stakeAnd though I know there is one way out for me, you must not and I must not take it!" She looked appealingly to us all in turn, beginning and ending with her husband

"What is that way?" asked Van Helsing in a hoarse voice"What is that way, which we must not, may not, take?"

"That I may die now, either by my own hand or that of another, before the greater evil is entirely wroughtI know, and you know, that were I once dead you could and would set free my immortal spirit, even as you did my poor Lucy'sWere death, or the fear of death, the only thing that stood in the way I would not shrink to die here now, amidst the friends who love meI cannot believe that to die in such a case, when there is hope before us and a bitter task to be done, is God's willTherefore, I on my part, give up here the certainty of eternal rest, and go out into the dark where may be the blackest things that the world or the nether world holds!"

We were all silent, for we knew instinctively that this was only a preludeThe faces of the others were set, and Harker's grew ashen greyPerhaps, he guessed better than any of us what was coming

She continued, "This is what I can give into the hotch-pot I could not but note the quaint legal phrase which she used in such a place, and with all seriousness"What will each of you give? Your lives I know," she went on quickly, "that is easy for brave menYour lives are God's, and you can give them back to Him, but what will you give to me?" She looked again questioningly, but this time avoided her husband's faceQuincey seemed to understand, he nodded, and her face lit up"Then I shall tell you plainly what I want, for there must be no doubtful matter in this connection between us nowYou must promise me, one and all, even you, my beloved husband, that should the time come, you will kill me

"What is that time?" The voice was Quincey's, but it was low and strained

"When you shall be convinced that I am so changed that it is better that I die that I may liveWhen I am thus dead in the flesh, then you will, without a moment's delay, drive a stake through me and cut off my head, or do whatever else may be wanting to give me rest!"

Quincey was the first to rise after the pauseHe knelt down before her and taking her hand in his said solemnly, "I'm only a rough fellow, who hasn't, perhaps, lived as a man should to win such a distinction, but I swear to you by all that I hold sacred and dear that, should the time ever come, I shall not flinch from the duty that you have set usAnd I promise you, too, that I shall make all certain, for if I am only doubtful I shall take it that the time has come!"

"My true friend!" was all she could say amid her fast-falling tears, as bending over, she kissed his hand

"I swear the same, my dear Madam Mina!" said Van Helsing"And I!" said Lord Godalming, each of them in turn kneeling to her to take the
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"Well, you know what we have to contend against,... 533 [Jan. 28th, 2010|02:19 am]
"Well, you know what we have to contend against, but we too, are not without strengthWe have on our side power of combination, a power denied to the vampire kind, we have sources of science, we are free to act and think, and the hours of the day and the night are ours equallyIn fact, so far as our powers extend, they are unfettered, and we are free to use themWe have self devotion in a cause and an end to achieve which is not a selfish oneThese things are much

"Now let us see how far the general powers arrayed against us are restrict, and how the individual cannotIn fine, let us consider the limitations of the vampire in general, and of this one in particular

"All we have to go upon are traditions and superstitionsThese do not at the first appear much, when the matter is one of life and death, nay of more than either life or deathYet must we be satisfied, in the first place because we have to be, no other means is at our control, and secondly, because, after all these things, tradition and superstition, are everythingDoes not the belief in vampires rest for others, though not, alas! for us, on them? A year ago which of us would have received such a possibility, in the midst of our scientific, sceptical, matter-of-fact nineteenth century? We even scouted a belief that we saw justified under our very eyesTake it, then, that the vampire, and the belief in his limitations and his cure, rest for the moment on the same baseFor, let me tell you, he is known everywhere that men have beenIn old Greece, in old Rome, he flourish in Germany all over, in France, in India, even in the Chermosese, and in China, so far from us in all ways, there even is he, and the peoples for him at this dayHe have follow the wake of the berserker Icelander, the devil-begotten Hun, the Slav, the Saxon, the Magyar

"So far, then, we have all we may act upon, and let me tell you that very much of the beliefs are justified by what we have seen in our own so unhappy experienceThe vampire live on, and cannot die by mere passing of the time, he can flourish when that he can fatten on the blood of the livingEven more, we have seen amongst us that he can even grow younger, that his vital faculties grow strenuous, and seem as though they refresh themselves when his special pabulum is plenty

"But he cannot flourish without this diet, he eat not as othersEven friend Jonathan, who lived with him for weeks, did never see him eat, never! He throws no shadow, he make in the mirror no reflect, as again Jonathan observeHe has the strength of many of his hand, witness again Jonathan when he shut the door against the wolves, and when he help him from the diligence tooHe can transform himself to wolf, as we gather from the ship arrival in Whitby, when he tear open the dog, he can be as bat, as Madam Mina saw him on the window at Whitby, and as friend John saw him fly from this so near house, and as my friend Quincey saw him at the window of Miss Lucy

"He can come in mist which he create, that noble ship's captain proved him of this, but, from what we know, the distance he can make this mist is limited, and it can only be round himself

"He come on moonlight rays as elemental dust, as again Jonathan saw those sisters in the castle of DraculaHe become so small, we ourselves saw Miss Lucy, ere she was at peace, slip through a hairbreadth space at the tomb doorHe can, when once he find his way, come out from anything or into anything, no matter how close it be bound or even fused up with fire, solder you call itHe can see in the dark, no small power this, in a world which is one half shut from the lightAh, but hear me through

"He can do all these things, yet he is not freeNay, he is even more prisoner than the slave of the galley, than the madman in his cellHe cannot go where he lists, he who is not of nature has yet to obey some of nature's laws, why we know notHe may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he pleaseHis power ceases, as does that of all evil things, at the coming of the day

"Only at certain times can he have limited freedomIf he be not at the place whither he is bound, he can only change himself at noon or at exact sunrise or sunsetThese things we are told, and in this record of ours we have proof by inferenceThus, whereas he can do as he will within his limit, when he have his earth-home, his coffin-home, his hell-home, the place unhallowed, as we saw when he went to the grave of the suicide at Whitby, still at other time he can only change when the time comeIt is said, too, that he can only pass running water at the slack or the flood of the tideThen there are things which so afflict him that he has no power, as the garlic that we know of, and as for things sacred, as this symbol, my crucifix, that was amongst us even now when we resolve, to them he is nothing, but in their presence he take his place far off and silent with respectThere are others, too, which I shall tell you of, lest in our seeking we may need
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Hello, my account friends 205 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:52 am]
Welcome to my first blog
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Our correspondent naively says that even Ellen... 470 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:52 am]
Our correspondent naively says that even Ellen Terry could not be so winningly attractive as some of these grubby-faced little children pretend, and even imagine themselves, to be

There is, however, possibly a serious side to the question, for some of the children, indeed all who have been missed at night, have been slightly torn or wounded in the throatThe wounds seem such as might be made by a rat or a small dog, and although of not much importance individually, would tend to show that whatever animal inflicts them has a system or method of its ownThe police of the division have been instructed to keep a sharp lookout for straying children, especially when very young, in and around Hampstead Heath, and for any stray dog which may be about





THE WESTMINSTER GAZETTE, 25 SEPTEMBER EXTRA SPECIAL

THE HAMPSTEAD HORROR



ANOTHER CHILD INJURED

THE "BLOOFER LADY"

We have just received intelligence that another child, missed last night, was only discovered late in the morning under a furze bush at the Shooter's Hill side of Hampstead Heath, which is perhaps, less frequented than the other partsIt has the same tiny wound in the throat as has been noticed in other casesIt was terribly weak, and looked quite emaciatedIt too, when partially restored, had the common story to tell of being lured away by the "bloofer lady"





CHAPTER 14
MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL
23 September-Jonathan is better after a bad nightI am so glad that he has plenty of work to do, for that keeps his mind off the terrible things, and oh, I am rejoiced that he is not now weighed down with the responsibility of his new positionI knew he would be true to himself, and now how proud I am to see my Jonathan rising to the height of his advancement and keeping pace in all ways with the duties that come upon himHe will be away all day till late, for he said he could not lunch at homeMy household work is done, so I shall take his foreign journal, and lock myself up in my room and read it-I hadn't the heart to write last night, that terrible record of Jonathan's upset me soPoor dear! How he must have suffered, whether it be true or only imaginationI wonder if there is any truth in it at allDid he get his brain fever, and then write all those terrible things, or had he some cause for it all? I suppose I shall never know, for I dare not open the subject to himAnd yet that man we saw yesterday! He seemed quite certain of him, poor fellow! I suppose it was the funeral upset him and sent his mind back on some train of thought

He believes it all himselfI remember how on our wedding day he said "Unless some solemn duty come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, mad or sane?" There seems to be through it all some thread of continuityThat fearful Count was coming to LondonIf it should be, and he came to London, with its teeming millions? There may be a solemn duty, and if it come we must not shrink from itI shall get my typewriter this very hour and begin transcribingThen we shall be ready for other eyes if requiredAnd if it be wanted, then, perhaps, if I am ready, poor Jonathan may not be upset, for I can speak for him and never let him be troubled or worried with it at allIf ever Jonathan quite gets over the nervousness he may want to tell me of it all, and I can ask him questions and find out things, and see how I may comfort him





LETTER, VAN HELSING TO MRSHARKER

24 September

(Confidence)

"Dear Madam,

"I pray you to pardon my writing, in that I am so far friend as that I sent to you sad news of Miss Lucy Westenra's deathBy the kindness of Lord Godalming, I am empowered to read her letters and papers, for I am deeply concerned about certain matters vitally importantIn them I find some letters from you, which show how great friends you were and how you love herOh, Madam Mina, by that love, I implore you, help meIt is for others' good that I ask, to redress great wrong, and to lift much and terrible troubles, that may be more great than you can knowMay it be that I see you? You can trust meJohn Seward and of Lord Godalming (that was Arthur of Miss Lucy)I must keep it private for the present from allI should come to Exeter to see you at once if you tell me I am privilege to come, and where and whenI implore your pardon, MadamI have read your letters to poor Lucy, and know how good you are and how your husband sufferSo I pray you, if it may be, enlighten him not, least it may
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"Tradtional vs Untraditional [Jan. 25th, 2010|04:46 pm]
It is said the qipao is the most form-fitting Chinese woman's dress. The qipao, especially the red qipao, is one of the most typical, traditional costumes of Chinese women. In recent years, Chinese women, especially younger ones, are coming back to the qipao.
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