20 September. — Only resolution and habit can let me make

an entry tonight.  I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too

sick of the world all in it, including life itself,

that I would not care if I heard this moment

the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

I am weary tonight and in low spirits.  I cannot

but think of Ben, and how different things might have

been had he never met Fiona.  If need be, tonight

shall be sleepless . . .  Already the sudden storm is passing and

its fierceness is abating.  I have felt and suffered much . . .


Paraphrases from the novel Dracula by Bram Stoker.