Dracula
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I am too miserable, too low spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.
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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madman give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew!
"Can't you hear me, man? Can't you understand? Will you ever learn? Don't you know that I am sane and earnest now, that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul? Oh, hear me! Hear me! Let me go, let me go, let me go!"
Every breath exhaled by that monster seemed to have clung to the place and intensified its loathsomeness.
We one and all set about our work as though that loathsome place were a garden of roses.
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 a moment, for, as Lord Godalming said, "I thought I saw a face, but it was only the shadows,"
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I took it hat fear had helped imagination, and said nothing.
It has given us opportunity to cry 'check' in some ways in this chess game, which we play for the stake of human souls.
" A nice time you'll have some time when you're flying out here, with the souls of thousands of flies and spiders and birds and cats buzzing and twittering and moaning all around you. You've got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!"
The ancients did well when they typified the soul as butterfly!
"He came up to the window in the mist, as I had seen him often before, but he was solid then, not a ghost, and his eyes were fierce like a man's when angry. He was laughing with his red mouth, the sharp white teeth glinted in the moonlight when he turned to look back over the belt of trees, to where the dogs were barking. I wouldn't