Dracula Page #3

Jonathan says it is a defect

of the aristocracy...

... that they say what they please.

The truth is that I admire Lucy. I'm not

surprised that men flock around her.

I wish I were as pretty

and as adored as she.

What manner of man is this?

R.M. Renfield,

successful solicitor. . .

. . . in the firm of hawkins

and Thompkins. . .

. . .respected member of

the Lord Nugent's Windem Club. . .

. . .returns from business abroad

in Transylvania. . .

. . .promptly suffers

a complete mental breakdown.

He's now obsessed

with some blood lust.

George.

Wait here.

Would you care for

an hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward. . .

. . .or a canape?

No, thank you, Mr. Renfield.

how are you feeling tonight?

far better than you,

my lovesick doctor.

ls my personal life

of interest to you?

Of course it is.

All life interests me.

Your diet, Mr. Renfield,

is disgusting.

Actually,

they're perfectly nutritious.

You see,

each life that l ingest. . .

. . .gives back life to me.

A fly gives you life?

Certainly.

But you might as well ask a man to eat

molecules with a pair of chopsticks. . .

. . .than to interest me

in a lesser carnivore.

l shall have to invent a new

classification of lunatic for you.

What about spiders?

Spiders eat the flies.

Yes, spiders eat them.

What about sparrows?

Oh, yes.

Did you say sparrows?

-Something larger, perhaps?

-Oh, yes.

A kitten.

l beg you.

A little, sleek-- A playful kitten.

Something l can teach.

Something l can feed.

No one would refuse me a kitten.

Wouldn't you prefer a cat?

Oh, yes.

A big cat.

-My salvation depends upon it!

-Your salvation?

Yes. l need lives.

-l need lives for the master.

-What master?

The master will come. . .

. . .and he has promised

to make me immortal.

how?

Get him off!

The blood is the life!

The blood is the life!

I think strange things which

I dare not confess to my own soul.

The count...

... the way he looked at Mina 's picture

fills me with dread...

...as if I have a part to play

in a story that is not known to me.

l didn't hear you come in.

Take care how you cut yourself.

lt is more dangerous

than you think.

A foul bauble of man's vanity.

Perhaps you should. . .

. . .grow a beard.

The letters l requested.

have you written them?

Good.

Should you leave these rooms. . .

. . .you will not, by any chance. . .

. . .go to sleep in any other

part of the castle.

lt is old. . .

. . .and has many bad memories.

-Be warned.

-l'm sure l understand.

Do not put your faith

in such trinkets of deceit.

We are in Transylvania.

Transylvania is not England.

Our ways are not your ways.

And to you. . .

. . .there shall be

many strange things.

l've seen many

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