And dogs to eat them, and cats tooAll lives! All red blood, with years of life in it, and not merely buzzing flies!' I laughed at him, for I wanted to see what he could doThen the dogs howled, away beyond the dark trees in His houseHe beckoned me to the windowI got up and looked out, and He raised his hands, and seemed to call out without using any wordsA dark mass spread over the grass, coming on like the shape of a flame of fireAnd then He moved the mist to the right and left, and I could see that there were thousands of rats with their eyes blazing red, like His only smallerHe held up his hand, and they all stopped, and I thought he seemed to be saying, 'All these lives will I give you, ay, and many more and greater, through countless ages, if you will fall down and worship me!' And then a red cloud, like the colour of blood, seemed to close over my eyes, and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself opening the sash and saying to Him, 'Come in, Lord and Master!' The rats were all gone, but He slid into the room through the sash, though it was only open an inch wide, just as the Moon herself has often come in through the tiniest crack and has stood before me in all her size and splendour His voice was weaker, so I moistened his lips with the brandy again, and he continued, but it seemed as though his memory had gone on working in the interval for his story was further advancedI was about to call him back to the point, but Van Helsing whispered to me, "Let him go onHe cannot go back, and maybe could not proceed at all if once he lost the thread of his thought He proceeded, "All day I waited to hear from him, but he did not send me anything, not even a blowfly, and when the moon got up I was pretty angry with himWhen he did slide in through the window, though it was shut, and did not even knock, I got mad with himHe sneered at me, and his white face looked out of the mist with his red eyes gleaming, and he went on as though he owned the whole place, and I was no oneHe didn't even smell the same as he went by meI thought that, somehow, MrsHarker had come into the room The two men sitting on the bed stood up and came over, standing behind him so that he could not see them, but where they could hear betterThey were both silent, but the Professor started and quiveredHis face, however, grew grimmer and sterner stillRenfield went on without noticing, "When MrsHarker came in to see me this afternoon she wasn't the sameIt was like tea after the teapot has been watered Here we all moved, but no one said a word He went on, "I didn't know that she was here till she spoke, and she didn't look the sameI don't care for the pale peopleI like them with lots of blood in them, and hers all seemed to have run outI didn't think of it at the time, but when she went away I began to think, and it made me mad to know that He had been taking the life out of her I could feel that the rest quivered, as I did; but we remained otherwise still"So when He came tonight I was ready for HimI saw the mist stealing in, and I grabbed it tightI had heard that madmen have unnatural strengthAnd as I knew I was a madman, at times anyhow, I resolved to use my powerAy, and He felt it too, for He had to come out of the mist to struggle with meI held tight, and I thought I was going to win, for I didn't mean Him to take any more of her life, till I saw His eyesThey burned into me, and my strength became like waterHe slipped through it, and when I tried to cling to Him, He raised me up and flung me downThere was a red cloud before me, and a noise like thunder, and the mist seemed to steal away under the door His voice was becoming fainter and his breath more stertorousVan Helsing stood up shop instinctively

Now I am going to give the entire amount, which I had set aside for the wedding and the dowry, along with the earnings from investments made with your family's betrothal present-altogether a sum of over twenty thousand dollars or one thousand three hundred British pounds-to finance your education abroad after your graduation from college next year~ Even in his dreams Fang Hung-chien had never conceived of such a stroke of good fortune and felt profound gratitude toward his deceased fi anc~eHe was a worthless sort, who could never learn civil engineering, and while at the university he had switched his major from sociology to philosophy before finally settling down as a Chinese literature major It may sound a bit absurd for someone majoring in Chinese to go abroad for advanced studyIn fact, however, it is only for those studying Chinese literature that it is absolutely necessary to study abroad, since all other sub jects such as mathematics, physics, philosophy, psychology, economics, and law, which have been imported from abroad, have already been WesternizedChinese literature, the only native product, is still in need of a foreign trade mark before it can hold its own, just as Chinese officials and merchants have to convert the money they have fleeced at home into foreign exchange to maintain the original value of the national currency During his stay in Europe, Fang Hung-chien did not spend his time tran scribing the Tun-huang manuscripts'3 or visiting the Yung-lo collections'4 or looking for relevant documents on the T'ai-p'ing Heavenly Kingdom'5 With in four years he had gone the rounds of three universities: London, Paris, and 11 10 BerlinHe took a few courses here and there, and though his interests were fairly broad, he gained nothing at all in the way of knowledge, mostly dissi pating his life away in idlenessIn the spring of the fourth year, with only three hundred pounds left in the bank, he decided to return home in the sum mer His father had written asking him if he had received his Phand when he would be coming homeHe replied with a long letter denouncing the Phtitle as having absolutely no practical valueHis father did not see it that way at all, but now that his son had grown up, he hesitated to threaten him again with paternal authority, and merely said that he knew perfectly well titles were useless and that he would never force his son to get one, but his son had a duty toward MrChou, who had invested a large sum of money on his edu cationA few days later, Fang Hung-chien also received a letter from his father-in-law, which said in effect: "A worthy son-in-law like you with talent and learning and a reputation extending far and wide does not need to flaunt a PhBut your father passed the Manchu second-degree examination and therefore it seems only fitting that you become the foreign equivalent of the third-degree holder, following in your father's footsteps and even surpassing himThen I too would share in your glory Finding himself pressured on both sides, Fang Hung-chien finally realized the importance of a foreign diplomaThis diploma, it seemed, would function the same as Adam and Eve's figleafIt could hide a person's shame and wrap up his disgraceThis tiny square of paper could cover his shallowness, ignor ance, and stupidityWithout it, it was as if he were spiritually stark naked and had nothing to bundle up inBut as for getting a degree at that point, whether by studying toward it himself or hiring a ghost writer to write a dissertation, there was neither time nor moneyfrom the nearby University of Hamburg was considered the easiest to muddle through, but even it required six monthsHe could just go ahead and deceive his family by saying he'd re ceived a Ph but then he was afraid that he couldn't fool his father and father-in-lawAs one who had passed the old second-degree examination, his father would want to see the official "announcement His father-in-law, a businessman, would want to see the "title deed Unable to think of a solution, he was prepared to return home ,brazen-faced and tell them that he had not obtained a degree One day as he was going to the Chinese bibliography section of the Ber lin library to see a German friend, he noticed on the floor a large stack of periodicals published in Shanghai during the first years of the Republic of China, including The Eastern Miscellany, Short Story Monthly, The Grand China, and the Women's MagazineHaving stopped to leaf leisurely through one, he happened to see an advertisement with Chinese and English parallel texts placed by the "Correspondence Division of the Carleton Institute of Law 12 and Commerce" in the city of New YorkIt stated that for those Chinese students who had the desire to study abroad but no opportunity to do 50, the school had special correspondence courses, upon completion of which certifi of the B M A or ees would be granted The cate equivalents degr brochures would be forwarded immediately upon request by writing to such and such a number and on such and such a street in New York City Fang's heart skipped a beatAs a good twenty years had elapsed since the date of the advertisement, he had no way of knowing whether the school still existed or notAt any rate sending off a letter of inquiry won't cost much, he shop thought

I had but one daughter and had originally planned to give her a grand weddingNow I am going to give the entire amount, which I had set aside for the wedding and the dowry, along with the earnings from investments made with your family's betrothal present-altogether a sum of over twenty thousand dollars or one thousand three hundred British pounds-to finance your education abroad after your graduation from college next year~ Even in his dreams Fang Hung-chien had never conceived of such a stroke of good fortune and felt profound gratitude toward his deceased fi anc~eHe was a worthless sort, who could never learn civil engineering, and while at the university he had switched his major from sociology to philosophy before finally settling down as a Chinese literature major It may sound a bit absurd for someone majoring in Chinese to go abroad for advanced studyIn fact, however, it is only for those studying Chinese literature that it is absolutely necessary to study abroad, since all other sub jects such as mathematics, physics, philosophy, psychology, economics, and law, which have been imported from abroad, have already been WesternizedChinese literature, the only native product, is still in need of a foreign trade mark before it can hold its own, just as Chinese officials and merchants have to convert the money they have fleeced at home into foreign exchange to maintain the original value of the national currency During his stay in Europe, Fang Hung-chien did not spend his time tran scribing the Tun-huang manuscripts'3 or visiting the Yung-lo collections'4 or looking for relevant documents on the T'ai-p'ing Heavenly Kingdom'5 With in four years he had gone the rounds of three universities: London, Paris, and 11 10 BerlinHe took a few courses here and there, and though his interests were fairly broad, he gained nothing at all in the way of knowledge, mostly dissi pating his life away in idlenessIn the spring of the fourth year, with only three hundred pounds left in the bank, he decided to return home in the sum mer His father had written asking him if he had received his Phand when he would be coming homeHe replied with a long letter denouncing the Phtitle as having absolutely no practical valueHis father did not see it that way at all, but now that his son had grown up, he hesitated to threaten him again with paternal authority, and merely said that he knew perfectly well titles were useless and that he would never force his son to get one, but his son had a duty toward MrChou, who had invested a large sum of money on his edu cationA few days later, Fang Hung-chien also received a letter from his father-in-law, which said in effect: "A worthy son-in-law like you with talent and learning and a reputation extending far and wide does not need to flaunt a PhBut your father passed the Manchu second-degree examination and therefore it seems only fitting that you become the foreign equivalent of the third-degree holder, following in your father's footsteps and even surpassing himThen I too would share in your glory Finding himself pressured on both sides, Fang Hung-chien finally realized the importance of a foreign diplomaThis diploma, it seemed, would function the same as Adam and Eve's figleafIt could hide a person's shame and wrap up his disgraceThis tiny square of paper could cover his shallowness, ignor ance, and stupidityWithout it, it was as if he were spiritually stark naked and had nothing to bundle up inBut as for getting a degree at that point, whether by studying toward it himself or hiring a ghost writer to write a dissertation, there was neither time nor moneyfrom the nearby University of Hamburg was considered the easiest to muddle through, but even it required six monthsHe could just go ahead and deceive his family by saying he'd re ceived a Ph but then he was afraid that he couldn't fool his father and father-in-lawAs one who had passed the old second-degree examination, his father would want to see the official "announcement His father-in-law, a businessman, would want to see the "title deed Unable to think of a solution, he was prepared to return home ,brazen-faced and tell them that he had not obtained a degree One day as he was going to the Chinese bibliography section of the Ber lin library to see a German friend, he noticed on the floor a large stack of periodicals published in Shanghai during the first years of the Republic of China, including The Eastern Miscellany, Short Story Monthly, The Grand China, and the Women's MagazineHaving stopped to leaf leisurely through one, he happened to see an advertisement with Chinese and English parallel texts placed by the "Correspondence Division of the Carleton Institute of Law 12 and Commerce" in the city of New YorkIt stated that for those Chinese students who had the desire to study abroad but no opportunity to do 50, the school had special correspondence courses, upon completion of which certifi of the B M A or ees would be granted The cate equivalents degr brochures would be forwarded immediately upon request by writing to such and such a number and on such and such a street in New York City Fang's heart skipped a beatAs a good twenty years had elapsed since the date of the advertisement, he had no way of knowing whether the school still existed or shop not

To be sure, there were certain small evidences, such as that my clothes were folded and laid by in a manner which was not my habitMy watch was still unwound, and I am rigorously accustomed to wind it the last thing before going to bed, and many such detailsBut these things are no proof, for they may have been evidences that my mind was not as usual, and, for some cause or another, I had certainly been much upsetI must watch for proofOf one thing I am gladIf it was that the Count carried me here and undressed me, he must have been hurried in his task, for my pockets are intactI am sure this diary would have been a mystery to him which he would not have brookedHe would have taken or destroyed itAs I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were, who are, waiting to suck my blood-I have been down to look at that room again in daylight, for I must know the truthWhen I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs I found it closedIt had been so forcibly driven against the jamb that part of the woodwork was splinteredI could see that the bolt of the lock had not been shot, but the door is fastened from the insideI fear it was no dream, and must act on this surmise-I am surely in the toilsLast night the Count asked me in the suavest tones to write three letters, one saying that my work here was nearly done, and that I should start for home within a few days, another that I was starting on the next morning from the time of the letter, and the third that I had left the castle and arrived at BistritzI would fain have rebelled, but felt that in the present state of things it would be madness to quarrel openly with the Count whilst I am so absolutely in his powerAnd to refuse would be to excite his suspicion and to arouse his angerHe knows that I know too much, and that I must not live, lest I be dangerous to himMy only chance is to prolong my opportunitiesSomething may occur which will give me a chance to escapeI saw in his eyes something of that gathering wrath which was manifest when he hurled that fair woman from himHe explained to me that posts were few and uncertain, and that my writing now would ensure ease of mind to my friendsAnd he assured me with so much impressiveness that he would countermand the later letters, which would be held over at Bistritz until due time in case chance would admit of my prolonging my stay, that to oppose him would have been to create new suspicionI therefore pretended to fall in with his views, and asked him what dates I should put on the letters He calculated a minute, and then said, "The first should be June 12, the second June 19, and the third June 29 I know now the span of my lifeGod help me! 28 May-There is a chance of escape, or at any rate of being able to send word homeA band of Szgany have come to the castle, and are encamped in the courtyardI have notes of them in my bookThey are peculiar to this part of the world, though allied to the ordinary gipsies all the world overThere are thousands of them in Hungary and Transylvania, who are almost outside all lawThey attach themselves as a rule to some great noble or boyar, and call themselves by his nameThey are fearless and without religion, save superstition, and they talk only their own varieties of the Romany tongue I shall write some letters home, and shall try to get them to have them postedI have already spoken to them through my window to begin acquaintanceshipThey took their hats off and made obeisance and many signs, which however, I could not understand any more than I could their spoken language? I have written the lettersMina's is in shorthand, and I simply ask MrHawkins to communicate with shop her

-Visited Renfield very early, before attendant went his roundsFound him up and humming a tuneHe was spreading out his sugar, which he had saved, in the window, and was manifestly beginning his fly catching again, and beginning it cheerfully and with a good grace I looked around for his birds, and not seeing them, asked him where they wereHe replied, without turning round, that they had all flown awayThere were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of bloodI said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day-The attendant has just been to see me to say that Renfield has been very sick and has disgorged a whole lot of feathers"My belief is, doctor," he said, "that he has eaten his birds, and that he just took and ate them raw!" 11 pm-I gave Renfield a strong opiate tonight, enough to make even him sleep, and took away his pocketbook to look at itThe thought that has been buzzing about my brain lately is complete, and the theory proved My homicidal maniac is of a peculiar kindI shall have to invent a new classification for him, and call him a zoophagous (life-eating) maniacWhat he desires is to absorb as many lives as he can, and he has laid himself out to achieve it in a cumulative wayHe gave many flies to one spider and many spiders to one bird, and then wanted a cat to eat the many birdsWhat would have been his later steps? It would almost be worth while to complete the experimentIt might be done if there were only a sufficient causeMen sneered at vivisection, and yet look at its results today! Why not advance science in its most difficult and vital aspect, the knowledge of the brain? Had I even the secret of one such mind, did I hold the key to the fancy of even one lunatic, I might advance my own branch of science to a pitch compared with which Burdon-Sanderson's physiology or Ferrier's brain knowledge would be as nothingIf only there were a sufficient cause! I must not think too much of this, or I may be temptedA good cause might turn the scale with me, for may not I too be of an exceptional brain, congenitally? How well the man reasonedLunatics always do within their own scopeI wonder at how many lives he values a man, or if at only oneHe has closed the account most accurately, and today begun a new recordHow many of us begin a new record with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended with my new hope, and that truly I began a new recordSo it shall be until the Great Recorder sums me up and closes my ledger account with a balance to profit or loss Oh, Lucy, Lucy, I cannot be angry with you, nor can I be angry with my friend whose happiness is yours, but I must only wait on hopeless and workWork! Work! If I could have as strong a cause as my poor mad friend there, a good, unselfish cause to make me work, that would be indeed happiness MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL 26 July-I am anxious, and it soothes me to express myself hereIt is like whispering to one's self and listening at the same timeAnd there is also something about the shorthand symbols that makes it different from writingI am unhappy about Lucy and about JonathanI had not heard from Jonathan for some time, and was very concerned, but yesterday dear MrHawkins, who is always so kind, sent me a letter from himI had written asking him if he had heard, and he said the enclosed had just been receivedIt is only a line dated from Castle Dracula, and says that he is just starting for homeThat is not like JonathanI do not understand it, and it makes me uneasy Then, too, Lucy, although she is so well, has lately taken to her old habit of walking in her sleepHer mother has spoken to me about it, and we have decided that I am to lock the door of our room every shop night