Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? - Bram Stoker

"We men are all in a fever of excitement, except Harker, who is calm. His hands are cold as ice, and an hour ago I found him whetting the edge of the great Ghoorka knife which he now always carries with him. It will be a bad lookout for the Count if the edge of that "Kukri" ever touches his throat, driven by that stern, ice-cold hand!"

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.