Wednesday 3-28

from Dracula

by Bram Stoker, 1897

...The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of seeing it.  The castle is on the edge of a terrible precipice.  A stone falling from the widow 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 a 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!