Oh, but I’m tired! The events of this evening are enough to ensure my sound repose, only I fear I shall become neglectful of my journal if I do not write in it regularly. Let me be brief, then, and describe the evening in the simplest terms ( Read more... )

I think I must have been delaying my writing for fear that I would open my eyes and find it all a very great mistake, but twice I have awakened with the knowledge of what I now know to be true.

It is true. It is true. It is trueI can repeat those words to myself ceaselessly and never lose my sense of wonder ( Read more... )

My poor darling’s nightly adventures seem to have taken a turn for the macabre, her most recent sleepwalking excursion leading her directly into an open grave. She was not hurt, but she was frightened dreadfully. In truth, I do not whether she was more frightened than I, for that memory of poor, dear Lucy in her nightgown, crying fretfully and ( Read more... )

If I keep my hands steady and if my increased heart rate ever returns to its normal pace, I may be able to release my thoughts without disturbing Lucy. She was already fast asleep when I returned to our room, so she did not notice me quietly turning the lock, or that I paused to touch my face, still conscious of the gentle pressure that had been ( Read more... )

I have repeated this phrase to myself countless times during the previous evening, but I must repeat it here: poor Mr. Renfield! The more I know of him, the more my heart goes out to the unfortunate man ( Read more... )

My sentiments on the events of last night sadly conflict, for while I do indeed regret that Dr. Jekyll seems to have disappeared, there was much accomplished. An utter triumph, truthfully! Liza has returned to us of her own resourcefulness, and Lucy and I followed Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson on the search party that, I flatter myself to think, ( Read more... )

Intelligence!

He would lecture me on intelligence. The very idea is to affront all that is owed to such a deity. How can it be otherwise? Oh, I had seen the mildly horrified looks poor Liza was furtively sending in my direction, and I heard the Count's polite interruption, but what does it signify? If they imagined I was still campaigning an ( Read more... )

If I had not much inclination to join the others in the parlour last night - and I did not - then certainly I had every intention of doing so regardless. Lucy is well; was I to suffer her to remain in our room and play the invalid? We have done nothing imprudent; were we to avoid the others as though we had? Nor was I about to give the ( Read more... )

I can scarcely believe the words I am about to impart, but they must be believed - what is in my head and heart demands expression, if only to see the words neatly in black and white and try to make sense of them ( Read more... )

I do believe my sentiments toward this dear old place - ah, see how I permit myself to refer to the mansion! - have changed entirely. All of its former mysteries seem forgotten, or of no consequence. The laughter in the attic, the disappearance of the young vicomte, it all seems part of a vague memory that has naught to do with me. Lucy and I go ( Read more... )