Log of the Demeter
2 August, midnight. - Woke up from few minutes’ sleep by hearing a cry, seemingly outside my port. Could see nothing in fog. Rushed on deck, and ran against mate. Tells me he heard cry and ran, but no sign of man on watch. One more gone. Lord, help us! Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog lifting he saw North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out. If so we are now off in the North Sea, and only God can guide us in the fog, which seems to move with us; and God seems to have deserted us.
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This is an experiment in posting Bram Stoker's novel DRACULA in "real time" [meaning the dates laid out in the text] 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 the fresh-from-hiatus
Dracula Blogged at TypePad [the first experiment of its kind that I was made aware of, back in 2005] and
RealTimeDracula at Twitter. Please let Bryan and Michael know how much you enjoy their efforts!
Thanks for joining us!