Alone with the dead, I dare not go out! - Bram Stoker

I had heard that madmen have unnatural strength. And as I knew I was a madman, at times anyhow, I resolved to use my power.

I asked Dr. Seward to give me a little opiate of some kind, as I had not slept well the night before......I hope I have not done wrong, for as sleep begins to flirt with me, a new fear comes: that I may have been foolish in thus depriving myself of the power of waking. I might want it. Here comes sleep. Goodnight.

Is it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective?