As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life. - Bram Stoker

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt ; I fear ; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me !

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?

There, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white... something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it. What it was, whether man or beast, I could not tell.