Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window. - Bram Stoker

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Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.

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About Bram Stoker

Abraham Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish novelist and short story writer who wrote under the name Bram Stoker, and was the author of the horror novel Dracula.

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All day long we seemed to dawdle through a country which was full of beauty of every kind. Sometimes we saw little towns or castles on the top of steep hills such as we see in old missals; sometimes we ran by rivers and streams which seemed from the wide stony margin on each side of them to be subject of great floods. It takes a lot of water, and running strong, to sweep the outside edge of a river clear.

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You are clever man, friend John; you reason well, and your wit is bold; but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men’s eyes, because they know – or think they know – some things which other men have told them. 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. But yet we see around us every day the growth of new beliefs, which think themselves new; and which are yet but the old, which pretend to be young – like the fine ladies at the opera.

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