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This year will mark the fourth attempt at The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project. This year will have one difference... after this introduction, all posts will be turned over to helpful chronicler blog_stoker.

You can follow along through the following links:

* blogdracula on LiveJournal

* BlogDracula on Twitter

* The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook

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Some background, taken from my statement of attempt in 2008:

I am not a pixel-stained technopeasant. I am not a writer, in the conventional sense, with intent to publish. I blog, and I spend time polishing others' writing in preparation for their works to be published.

However, I'm as big a fan of creativity as the next person. And so I'm going to try to adapt someone else's experiment for my own creative purposes.

[I hope that doesn't come across as arrogantly as it reads to me. I'm trying to do homage, not plagiarism.]

Anyway.

In 2005, dietsch directed me to a link for Dracula Blogged, which posted Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time", based on the dated journal entries, letters, telegrams and newspaper clippings that appear in the book.

In 2006, two extraordinary and dedicated bloggers, elettaria and eye_of_a_cat, took it upon themselves to create a LiveJournal community to do the same thing... dracula1897... creating character LJs, creating gorgeous wallpapers and icons, and sponsoring discussion with a membership and readership of more than 1000 bloggers.

Due to time constraints, neither has been able to run the project since, and I missed it dreadfully. Even though Dracula Blogged was and is still up and running, it wasn't quite the same as the give-and-take in dracula1897, nor did it give me the insights into gothic literature as a whole that I got in 2006.

I'm in need of a bit of magic in my life. So I'm going to try to generate some of my own.

I have nothing nearly as elaborate in mind as what elettaria and eye_of_a_cat worked for and achieved. I intend solely to repost dated entries in chronological order, so that you can read along with me, and to post concurrent discussion topics if there's enough interest.

There are several points in the novel where there are "down times" with no entries for days or weeks. I was thinking of posting some other gothic fiction and ghost stories in those times.... only those works which are in the public domain and available on Project Gutenberg.

Please join me here for a haunted summer, from May until November.

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Other DRACULA online projects this year include Bite-Sized DRACULA, a melding of Michael Gordon's Real-Time DRACULA, a Twitter experiment launched in 2009, and Post-DRACULA, its followup, with character journals continuing after the events of Bram Stoker's novel and touching upon events in Dacre Stoker's sequel.

So let's set the mood, and spur our horses towards the Borgo Pass.

Jonathan Harker's Journal, 18 May.



Jonathan Harker's Journal

18 May. – I have been down to look at that room again in daylight, for I must know the truth. When I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs I found it closed. It had been so forcibly driven against the jamb that part of the woodwork was splintered. I could see that the bolt of the lock had not been shot, but the door is fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dream, and must act on this surmise.

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray, 17 May.



Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray

17, Chatham Street
Wednesday.


My dearest Mina, -

I must say you tax me very unfairly with being a bad correspondent. I wrote to you twice since we parted, and your last letter was only your second. Besides, I have nothing to tell you. There is really nothing to interest you. Town is very pleasant just now, and we go a great deal to picture-galleries and for walks and rides in the park. As to the tall, curly-haired man, I suppose it was the one who was with me at the last Pop. Someone has evidently been telling tales. That was Mr Holmwood. He often comes to see us, and he and Mamma get on very well together; they have so many things to talk about in common. We met some time ago a man that would just do for you, if you were not already engaged to Jonathan. He is an excellent parti, being handsome, well off, and of good birth. He is a doctor and really clever. Just fancy! He is only nine-and twenty, and he has an immense lunatic asylum all under his own care. Mr Holmwood introduced him to me, and he called here to see us, and often comes now. I think he is one of the most resolute men I ever saw, and yet the most calm. He seems absolutely imperturbable. I can fancy what a wonderful power he must have over his patients. He has a curious habit of looking one straight in the face, as if trying to read one's thoughts. He tries this on very much with me, but I flatter myself he has got a tough nut to crack. I know that from my glass. Do you ever try to read your own face? I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad study, and gives you more trouble than you can well fancy if you have never tried it. He says that I afford him a curious psychological study, and I humbly think I do. I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore. That is slang again, but never mind. Arthur says that every day. There, it is all out. Mina, we have told all our secrets to each other since we were children; we have slept together and eaten together, and laughed and cried together, and now, though I have spoken, I would like to speak more. Oh, Mina, couldn't you guess? I love him. I am blushing as I write, for although I think he loves me, he has not told me so in words. But, oh, Mina, I love him; I love him; I love him! There, that does me good. I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit, and I would try to tell you what I feel. I do not know how I am writing this even to you. I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all. Let me hear from you at once, and tell me all that you think about it. Mina, pray for my happiness.

LUCY

P.S. – I need not tell you this is a secret. Good-night again.

"L."

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!



Jonathan Harker's Journal (continued)

I awoke in my own bed. If it be that I had not dreamt, the Count must have carried me here. I tried to satisfy myself on the subject, but could not arrive at any unquestionable result. 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 habit. My watch was still unwound, and I am rigorously accustomed to wind it the last thing before going to bed, and many such details. But 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 upset. I must watch for proof. Of one thing I am glad: if it was that the Count carried me here and undressed me, he must have been hurried in his task, for my pockets are intact. I am sure this diary would have been a mystery to him which he would not have brooked. He would have taken or destroyed it. As 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.

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Jonathan Harker's Journal, 16 May.



Jonathan Harker's Journal

Later: The Morning of 16 May. – God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for: that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the Count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose. Great God! merciful God! Let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed. I begin to get new lights on certain things which have puzzled me.

Up to now I never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he made Hamlet say:-

My tablets! Quick, my tablets!
'Tis meet that I put it down, etc.,


for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me.

The Count's mysterious warning frightened me at the time. It frightens me more now when I think of it, for in the future he has a fearful hold upon me. I shall fear to doubt what he may say!

When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took pleasure in disobeying it. The sense of sleep was upon me, and with it the obstinacy which sleep brings as outrider. The soft moonlight soothed, and the wide expanse without gave a sense of freedom which refreshed me. I determined not to return tonight to the gloom-haunted rooms, but to sleep here, where, of old, ladies had sat and sung and lived sweet lives whilst their gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars. I drew a great couch out of its place near the corner, so that, as I lay, I could look at the lovely view to east and south, and unthinking of and uncaring for the dust, composed myself for sleep.

I suppose I must have fallen asleep; I hope so, but I fear, for all that followed was startlingly real, so real that now sitting here in the broad, full sunlight of the morning, I cannot in the least believe that it was all sleep...Collapse )

But at that instant, another sensation swept through me as quick as lightning. I was conscious of the presence of the Count, and of his being as if lapped in a storm of fury. As my eyes opened involuntarily I saw his strong hand grasp the slender neck of the fair woman and with giant's power draw it back, the blue eyes transformed with fury, the white teeth champing with rage, and the fair cheeks blazing red with passion. But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even to the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell-fire blazed behind them. His face was deathly pale, and the lines of it were hard like drawn wires. The thick eyebrows that met over the nose now seemed like a heaving bar of white-hot metal. With a fierce sweep of his arm, he hurled the woman from him, and then motioned to the others, as though he were beating them back. It was the same imperious gesture that I had seen used to the wolves. In a voice which, though low and almost in a whisper, seemed to cut through the air and then ring in the room he said:-

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me." The fair girl, with a laugh of ribald coquetry, turned to answer him:-

"You yourself never loved; you never love!" On this the other women joined, and such a mirthless, hard, soulless laughter rang through the room that it almost made me faint to hear; it seemed like the pleasure of fiends. Then the Count turned, after looking at my face attentively, and said in a soft whisper,

"Yes, I too can love. You yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will. Now go! Go! I must awaken him, for there is work to be done."

"Are we to have nothing tonight?" said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it. For answer he nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened it. If my ears did not deceive me there was a gasp and a low wail, as of a half smothered child. The women closed round, whilst I was aghast with horror; but as I looked, they disappeared, and with them the dreadful bag. There was no door near them, and they could not have passed me without my noticing. They simply seemed to fade into the rays of the moonlight and pass out through the window, for I could see outside the dim, shadowy forms for a moment before they entirely faded away.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Jonathan Harker's Journal, 15 May.



Jonathan Harker's Journal

15 May.Once more I have seen the count go out...Collapse ) I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages, and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At last, however, I found one door at the top of the stairway...Collapse ) This was evidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more an air of comfort than any I had seen. The windows were curtainless, and the yellow moonlight, flooding in through the diamond panes, enabled one to see even colours, whilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay over all and disguised in some measure the ravages of time and moth. My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me...Collapse ) It is the nineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Jonathan Harker's Journal, 12 May.



Jonathan Harker's Journal

12 May. – Let me begin with facts - bare, meagre facts, verified by books and figures, and of which there can be no doubt. I must not confuse them with experiences which will have to rest on my own observation, or my memory of them. Last evening when the Count came from his room he began by asking me questions on legal matters and on the doing of certain kinds of business. I had spent the day wearily over books, and, simply to keep my mind occupied, went over some of the matters I had been examined in at Lincoln's Inn. There was a certain method in the Count's inquiries, so I shall try to put them down in sequence; the knowledge may somehow or some time be useful to me.

First, he asked if a man in England might have two solicitors, or more. I told him he might have a dozen if he wished...Collapse )

One of the letters was directed to Samuel F. Billington, No. 7, The Crescent, Whitby, another to Herr Leutner, Varna, the third was to Coutts & Co., London, and the fourth to Herren Klopstock & Billreuth, bankers, Buda-Pesth. The second and fourth were unsealed...Collapse )

Later. – I endorse the last words written, but this time there is no doubt in question. I shall not fear to sleep in any place where he is not. I have placed the crucifix over the head of my bed - I imagine that my rest is thus freer from dreams, and there it shall remain...Collapse )

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature, is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me. I am in fear - in awful fear - and there is no escape for me. I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of...

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Mina Murray to Lucy Westenra, 9 May.



Letter from Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra

9 May.

My dearest Lucy, -

Forgive my long delay in writing, but I have been simply overwhelmed with work. The life of an assistant schoolmistress is sometimes trying. I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air. I have been working very hard lately, because I want to keep up with Jonathan's studies, and I have been practicing shorthand very assiduously. When we are married I shall be able to be useful to Jonathan, and if I can stenograph well enough I can take down what he wants to say in this way and write it out for him on the typewriter, at which also I am practicing very hard. He and I sometimes write letters in shorthand, and he is keeping a stenographic journal of his travels abroad. When I am with you I shall keep a diary in the same way. I don't mean one of those two-pages-to-the-week-with-Sunday-squeezed-in-a-corner diaries, but a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined. I do not suppose there will be much of interest to other people, but it is not intended for them. I may show it to Jonathan some day if there is in it anything worth sharing, but it is really an exercise book. I shall try to do what I see lady journalists do: interviewing and writing descriptions and trying to remember conversations. I am told that, with a little practice, one can remember all that goes on or that one hears said during a day. However, we shall see. I will tell you of my little plans when we meet. I have just had a few hurried lines from Jonathan from Transylvania. He is well, and will be returning in about a week. I am longing to hear all his news. It must be nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we - I mean Jonathan and I - shall ever see them together. There is the ten o'clock bell ringing. Goodbye.

Your loving
MINA.

Tell me all the news when you write. You have not told me anything for a long time. I hear rumours, and especially of a tall, handsome, curly-haired man???

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

J. Harker's Journal, 8 May continued.

Jonathan Harker's Journal Continued

When I found that I was a prisoner a sort of wild feeling came over me. I rushed up and down the stairs, trying every door and peering out of every window I could find; but after a little the conviction of my helplessness overpowered all other feelings. When I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for the time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trap. When, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless I sat down quietly - as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life - and began to think over what was best to be done. I am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusion. Of one thing only am I certain: that it is no use making my ideas known to the Count...Collapse ) In the meantime I must find out all I can about Count Dracula, as it may help me to understand. Tonight he may talk of himself, if I turn the conversation that way. I must be very careful, however, not to awake his suspicion.

Midnight. - I have had a long talk with the Count. I asked him a few questions on Transylvanian history, and he warmed up to the subject wonderfully. In his speaking of things and people, and especially of battles, he spoke as if he had been present at them all. This he afterwards explained by saying that to a boyar the pride of his house and name is his own pride, that their glory is his glory, that their fate is his fate. Whenever he spoke of his house he always said "we", and spoke almost in the plural, like a king speaking. I wish I could put down all he said exactly as he said it, for to me it was most fascinating. It seemed to have in it a whole history of the country. He grew excited as he spoke, and walked about the room pulling his great white moustache and grasping anything on which he laid his hands as though he would crush it by main strength. One thing he said which I shall put down as nearly as I can; for it tells in its way the story of his race:-

"We Szekelys have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races who fought as the lion fights, for lordship. Here, in the whirlpool of European races, the Ugric tribe bore down from Iceland the fighting spirit which Thor and Wodin gave them, which their Berserkers displayed to such fell intent on the seaboards of Europe, aye, and of Asia and Africa too, till the peoples thought that the werewolves themselves had come. Here, too, when they came, they found the Huns, whose warlike fury had swept the earth like a living flame, till the dying peoples held that in their veins ran the blood of those old witches, who, expelled from Scythia had mated with the devils in the desert. Fools, fools! What devil or what witch was ever so great as Attila, whose blood is in these veins?" He held up his arms. "Is it a wonder that we were a conquering race; that we were proud, that when the Magyar, the Lombard, the Avar, the Bulgar, or the Turk poured his thousands on our frontiers, we drove them back? Is it strange that when Arpad and his legions swept through the Hungarian fatherland he found us here when he reached the frontier, that the Honfoglalas was completed there? And when the Hungarian flood swept eastward, the Szekelys were claimed as kindred by the victorious Magyars, and to us for centuries was trusted the guarding of the frontier of Turkeyland; aye, and more than that, endless duty of the frontier guard, for as the Turks say, 'water sleeps, and the enemy is sleepless.' Who more gladly than we throughout the Four Nations received the 'bloody sword,' or at its warlike call flocked quicker to the standard of the King? When was redeemed that great shame of my nation, the shame of Cassova, when the flags of the Wallach and the Magyar went down beneath the Crescent, who was it but one of my own race who as Voivode crossed the Danube and beat the Turk on his own ground? This was a Dracula indeed! Woe was it that his own unworthy brother, when he had fallen, sold his people to the Turk and brought the shame of slavery on them! Was it not this Dracula, indeed, who inspired that other of his race who in a later age again and again brought his forces over the great river into Turkeyland; who, when he was beaten back, came again, and again, though he had to come alone from the bloody field where his troops were being slaughtered, since he knew that he alone could ultimately triumph! They said that he thought only of himself. Bah! What good are peasants without a leader? Where ends the war without a brain and heart to conduct it? Again, when, after the battle of Mohacs, we threw off the Hungarian yoke, we of the Dracula blood were amongst their leaders, for our spirit would not brook that we were not free. Ah, young sir, the Szekelys, and the Dracula as their heart's blood, their brains, and their swords, can boast a record that mushroom growths like the Hapsburgs and the Romanoffs can never reach. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace, and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told."

It was by this time close on morning, and we went to bed. (Mem., this diary seems horribly like the beginning of the "Arabian Nights," for everything has to break off at cockcrow, or like the ghost of Hamlet's father.)

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!

Jonathan Harker's Journal, 8 May.



Jonathan Harker's Journal

8 May. - I began to fear as I wrote in this book that I was getting too diffuse; but now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy. I wish I were safe out of it, or that I had never come. It may be that this strange night existence is telling on me; but would that that were all! If there were any one to talk to I could bear it, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and he! - I fear I am myself the only living soul within the place. Let me be prosaic so far as facts can be; it will help me to bear up, and imagination must not run riot with me. If it does I am lost. Let me say at once how I stand - or seem to.

I only slept a few hours when I went to bed...Collapse )

When I went into the dining room, breakfast was prepared, but I could not find the Count anywhere. So I breakfasted alone. It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink. He must be a very peculiar man! After breakfast I did a little exploring in the castle. I went out on the stairs, and found a room looking towards the south. The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of seeing it. The castle is on the very edge of a terrific precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit.

The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" on LiveJournal, with kind permission from eye_of_a_cat and elettaria, who did this in dracula1897 in 2006.

Feel free to comment, or to read along at your own pace.

Other experiments this year include Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005], as well as Bite-Sized Dracula, a follow-up to 2009's RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Both include multimedia material far beyond your humble Blog Stoker's attempt to chronicle and amuse.

Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!

You may also follow The Blog Stoker's DRACULA Project on Facebook.

Thanks for joining us!