Van Helsing Quotes

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

Yes, but you are still only human.” I laughed, the sound of it drowned out by the crunch of rocks as the mountain continued to shudder as though in the throes of birth pangs. “So was Van Helsing, yet in every movie, he beat the vampire in the end. Never underestimate the power of humanity.

The fae went down, and before he could retaliate, I went all Van Helsing on his ass.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.

Come,' he said, 'come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.

Never mind that I totally knew more about fighting vampires than my peace-loving parents. Or that Logan's girlfriend, Isabeau, had given us two full-grown, trained Rottweilers to protect us, plus the Drakes sent their human bodyguards by a couple of times a night. I named them Van Helsing and Gandhi. The dogs, not the bodyguards." "Chapter 1 Lucy, page 15

All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

I’d learned that my mother was a badass in disguise. She was Van Helsing in an apron and heels, and—at least for the time being—I couldn’t think of a single thing cooler than that.

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing.

Do not fear to think even the most not-probable.

I’m trying to be your dirty, kinky rebound from the boring, drab Van Helsing. I’m not trying to be your gay best friend. My answer is that he’s not worth it, but I am,” he says with a completely serious expression.

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.

My Life is a barren and lonely one, and so full of work that I have not had much time for friendships...I have known so many good people and seen such nobility that I feel more than ever-and it has grown with my advancing years-the lonliness of my life. Believe, me, then, that I come here full of respect for you, and you have given me hope-hope, not in what I am seeking of, but that there are good women still left to make life happy." Dr Van Helsing to Mia Seward.

Van Helsing strode forward, and took his hand, looking him straight in the eyes as he said, "A brave man's blood is the best thing on this earth when a woman is in trouble. You're a man and no mistake. Well, the devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.

You're the modern versions of Beowulf, of St. George, of Odysseus. You're Van Helsing with firepower. You're Jack and the Beanstalk with automatic weapons. We're walking in the valley of the shadow of death, but we shall fear no evil! Because evil is about to get a stake put through its black heart because we are the baddest mother-fuckers to ever set foot in the valley!

The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him

Good boy," said Dr. Van Helsing. "Brave boy. Quincey is all man. God bless him for it.

I know you well enough, you are the old fool Van Helsing. I wish you would take yourself and your idiotic brain theories somewhere else. Damn all thick-headed Dutchmen!

The strength of the vampire is that no one will believe in him.” Thank you, Dr. Van Helsing, he thought, putting down his copy of Dracula.

God will act in His own way and time. Do not fear, and do not rejoice as yet; for what we wish for at the moment may be our undoings." - Van Helsing, Dracula

There will be pain for us all. But it will not be all pain. Nor will this pain be the last. We and you too- you most of all, dear boy- will have to pass through the bitter water before we reach the sweet. But we must be brave of heart, and unselfish, and do our duty, and all will be well. (Van Helsing)

The vision of Van Helsing as a vampire is one before which my imagination balks; this is doubtless only a shortcoming on my part; he may have been well fitted for the role, since as we have seen he had already the power, by means of speech, to cast his victims into a stupor.

Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not the true laughter. No! he is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person; he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.' ... Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall - all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. And believe me, friend John, that he is good to come, and kind. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again; and we bear to go on with our labour, what it may be.

I counsel you, put down in record even your doubts and surmises. Hereafter it may be of interest to you to see how true you guess. We learn from failure, not from success.

When you say that there’s a vampire hunter out there, you are talking about a human turning into Van Helsing, right?

Van Helsing more than sensed the coming alive of the undead creature trapped inside the icy coffin. He saw it now. Seeping from a bad seal between compartments, a wisp of fucking smoke.

now a telegram from Van Helsing, whoever he may be. "You will be grieved to hear that Mrs. Westenra died five days ago, and that Lucy died the day before yesterday. They were both buried today.

Peter, as in Peter Pan. Pretty fitting, really. Dante was like a boy who never grew up. At least he wasn’t calling himself Van Helsing and me Buffy. Might not go over too well with the undead crowd.

Dr. Van Helsing, are you mad?” He raised his head and looked at me, and somehow the tenderness of his face calmed me at once. “Would I were!” he said. “Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like this.

Had it but been for myself the choice had been easy, the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire!

But you're a monk!

He tratado de mantener una mente abierta; y no son las cosas ordinarias de la vida las que pueden cerrarla, sino las cosas extrañas; las cosas extraordinarias, las cosas que lo hacen dudar a uno si son locura o realidad. - Doctor van Helsing.

I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it's gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked them? It's no big deal, but then I've been doing it since I got out of diapers.

Even the great Van Helsing is not immune from these confusing and cloying vampiric attractions, ‘the fascination of the wanton Un-dead’ (p. 393). But destroy the vampires though he and the other men indeed do in the end, it is Mina who remains the most important enabling factor for the defeat of Dracula, with the aid, of course, of what she calls ‘the wonderful power of money!’ (p. 378). And the reason for this is her ambiguous sexuality. In her is to be found something

You think then that those so small holes in the children’s throats were made by the same that made the hole in Miss Lucy?” “I suppose so.” He stood up and said solemnly:— “Then you are wrong. Oh, would it were so! but alas! no. It is worse, far, far worse.” “In God’s name, Professor Van Helsing, what do you mean?” I cried. He threw himself with a despairing gesture into a chair, and placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands as he spoke:— “They were made by Miss Lucy!

the narrow black velvet band which she seems always to wear round her throat, buckled with an old diamond buckle which her lover had given her, was dragged a little up, and showed a red mark on her throat. Arthur did not notice it, but I could hear the deep hiss of indrawn breath which is one of Van Helsing's ways of betraying emotion.

Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is shining bright.

Do unto others, before they do unto you.

The children of the night; what sweet music they make...when they're in tune!

in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know of. I have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam,

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain. —Van Helsing

But we are strong, each in our purpose; and we are all more strong together. —Van Helsing

I want you to believe . . . To believe in things that you cannot. —Van Helsing Bram Stoker Dracula

Remember, my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker. —Van Helsing

Van Helsing is the man to unmask him and hunt him out, if he is anything like what Mina says.

Director Van Helsing’s face goes quickly from shock to disgust. He lifts his chin. “A magician is no daughter of mine.

But he cannot flourish without this diet, he eat not as others . . . He throws no shadow; he make in the mirror no reflect . . . he has the strength of many of his hand. —Van Helsing

I cannot afford to lose blood just at present. I have lost too much of late for my physical good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its horrible phases is telling on me. I am over excited and weary, and I need rest, rest, rest. Happily Van Helsing has not summoned me, so I need not forego my sleep. Tonight I could not well do without it. TELEGRAM,

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer—both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams. —Van Helsing

But he cannot flourish without this diet, he eat not as others . . . He throws no shadow; he make in the mirror no reflect . . . he has the strength of many of his hand. —Van Helsing Second

When I told Mrs. Westenra that Dr. Van Helsing had directed that I should sit up with her, she almost pooh-poohed the idea, pointing out her daughter's renewed strength and excellent spirits. I was firm, however, and made preparations for my long vigil. When her maid had prepared her for the night I came in, having in the meantime had supper, and took a seat by the bedside. She

When all was over, I could see how much Arthur was weakened. I dressed the wound and took his arm to bring him away, when Van Helsing spoke without turning round, the man seems to have eyes in the back of his head, "The brave lover, I think, deserve another kiss, which he shall have presently." And as he had now finished his operation, he adjusted the pillow to the patient's head. As

Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity: “Not so, alas! Not so. It is only the beginning!” —Dr. Seward and Van Helsing

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength. —Van Helsing

Says the Van Helsing to the stupid Frankenstein’s monster, as she stares down the creepy stairs to the basement that looks to dead-end at a stone wall with fucking chains on it,” I deadpan. “I’ll pass.

After a time, it did not seem a short time either, for the draining away of one's blood, no matter how willingly it be given, is a terrible feeling, Van Helsing held up a warning finger. "Do not stir," he said. "But I fear that with growing strength she may wake, and that would make danger, oh, so much danger. But I shall precaution take. I shall give hypodermic injection of morphia." He proceeded then, swiftly

I quite love that dear Dr Van Helsing. I wonder why he was so anxious about these flowers. He positively frightened me, he was so fierce. And yet he must have been right, for I feel comfort from them already.

I have tried to keep an open mind; and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane. —Van Helsing

Ididn’t think it was possible for Alina Van Helsing to own my heart more than she already did. However, as I stared down at her as she slept peacefully, her face still puffy from her last round of crying, I knew her hold on my heart had only increased.

crux. Van Helsing is simply frantic about it, and I am at my wits' end. I can't even hazard a guess. There has been a series of little circumstances which have thrown out all our calculations as to Lucy being properly watched. But these shall not occur again. Here we stay until all be well, or ill." Quincey held out his hand. "Count me in,

What if beyond the legend there’s a glimmer of truth?

For all the talk of vampires, the real issue is life, not blood. Blood is the means, not the end.

You are a man, and it is a man we want. You are better than me, better than my friend John.

You shall kiss her once before it is done, but then you must go; and you must leave at my sign.

When I have received your letter, I am already coming to you.

Do not stir an instant. It is enough. You attend to him; I will look to her.

As I raised the blind, the morning sunlight flooded the room, I heard the professor’s low hiss of inspiration, and knowing its rarity, a deadly fear shot through my heart.

All our work is undone; we must begin again. There is no young Arthur here now; I have to call on your yourself this time, friend John.

Our nerves are not so calm and our blood not so bright as yours!

Let us not be two, but one, that we work to good end.

No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn you that you do thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others if not for your own.

I am blessed that today I come to see you, for I have learn all at once so much that again I am dazzle-dazzle more than ever, and I must think.

Tomorrow night you will come to me at the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clock. I shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his blood.

Ah, you are my favourite pupil still. It is worth to teach you.

It was evident that he recognised my return to my old doubting frame of mind without my saying a word.

He raised his head and looked at me, and somehow the tenderness of his face calmed me at once.

I took up my place behind a yew tree and I saw his dark figure move until the intervening headstones and trees hid from sight.

There must be no concealment," she said. "Alas! We have had too much already. And besides there is nothing in all the world that can give me more pain than I have already endured, than I suffer now! Whatever may happen, it must be of new hope or of new courage to me!" Van Helsing was looking at her fixedly as she spoke, and said, suddenly but quietly, "But dear Madam Mina, are you not afraid. Not for yourself, but for others from yourself, after what has happened?" Her face grew set in its lines, but her eyes shone with the devotion of a martyr as she answered, "Ah no! For my mind is made up!" "To what?" he asked gently, whilst we were all very still, for each in our own way we had a sort of vague idea of what she meant. Her answer came with direct simplicity, as though she was simply stating a fact, "Because if I find in myself, and I shall watch keenly for it, a sign of harm to any that I love, I shall die!" "You would not kill yourself?" he asked, hoarsely. "I would. If there were no friend who loved me, who would save me such a pain, and so desperate an effort!" She looked at him meaningly as she spoke.

... So you can remember everything about your life from the last seven years, but nothing before that?" "Not now, Carl." "There must be something," Carl said, undeterred. "I remember fighting the Romans at Masada," he said seriously. He didn't have to see Carl's face to recognise the shock that was there. "That was seventy-three A.D ... ?" Van Helsing shrugged. "You asked.

My heart bleed for that poor boy-that dear boy, so of the age of mine own boy had I been so blessed that he live, and with his hair and eyes the same. There, you know now why I love him so.

Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason. So, no matter what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. He is a seemingly arbitrary man, but this is because he knows what he is talking about better than anyone else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day; and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind.

Waking Vance from this trance is impossible. I’ve tried absolutely everything I can think of. I even did a sexy crawl across the ground, pretending I was Catwoman the entire time, given my outrageous leather outfit. I meowed. I meowed at Vancetto Van Helsing. I’m really glad he didn’t see that. It wouldn’t be so embarrassing in front of Damien, but it’d be mortifying in front of Vance.

Is it possible that the professor can have done it himself? He is so abnormally clever that if he went off his head he would carry out his intent with regard to some fixed idea in a wonderful way.

He is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientist of his day, and he has, I believe an absolutely open mind. This, with an iron nerve, a temper of ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathy.

Again I felt that horrid sense of the reality of things, in which any effort of imagination seemed out of place; and I realized distinctly the perils of the law which we were incurring in our unhallowed work.

TELEGRAM. SEWARD, LONDON, TO VAN HELSING, AMSTERDAM "4 September.--Patient still better today." TELEGRAM, SEWARD, LONDON, TO VAN HELSING, AMSTERDAM "5 September.--Patient greatly improved. Good appetite, sleeps naturally, good spirits, colour coming back." TELEGRAM, SEWARD, LONDON, TO VAN HELSING, AMSTERDAM "6 September.--Terrible change for the worse. Come at once. Do not lose an hour. I hold over telegram to Holmwood till have seen you.

This paper is as sunshine. It opens the gate to me. I am daze, I am dazzle, with so much light; and yet clouds roll in behind the light every time. But you do not, cannot comprehend. Oh, but I am grateful to you, you so clever woman.

Now take down our brave young lover, give him of the port wine, and let him lie down for a while. He must then go home and rest, sleep much and eat much, that he may be resusciated of what he has given to his love. He must not stay here.

When first the professor’s eye had lit upon him he had been angry at any interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognised the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamed.

Truly Miss Lucy, if she be sad in the foes that beset her, is at least happy in the friends that love her. One, two, three, all open their veins for her, besides one old man. Oh yes, friend John; I am not blind! I love you all the more for it!

I am glad, glad that I may here be of some use to you; for if your husband suffer, he suffer within the range of my study and experience, I promise you that I will gladly do all for him that I can-all to make his life strong and manly and your life a happy one.

Ik kon het echter niet laten, te scrhijven over ook nog de meisjes van 14 tot 18 jaar, die men de meest vermoeiende en meest zenuwslopende taak op de smalle schouders legde. Men noemde ze 'de nachtploeg', omdat ze het afschuwelijke nachtwerk te verrichten kregen: bij het loeien der sirenes om 6 of 7 uur in de avond, repten ze zich naar de fabrieken en stonden ze de hele nacht dóór in het helse lawaai van machines, molens of getouwen, om pas rond 6 of 7 uur in de grauwe ochtend de fabriekspoort te verlaten. Ondervoed, afgemat, door slaap overmand, kon geen nacht voorbij gaan zonder dat een van hen een ongeluk overkwam.

Professor, let me be your pet student again. Tell me the thesis, so that I may apply your knowledge as you go on. At present I am going in my mind from point to point as a mad man, and not a sane one, follows an idea. I feel like a novice blundering through a blog in a mist, jumping from one tussock to another in the mere blind effort to move on without knowing where I am going.

I end up leaning on my sword for a moment, after exerting almost the last of my energy to take down one of the weakest Vampyres. Must be nice to be a Van Helsing, who can carry on idle chit-chat, while fighting like it’s a day job. “I told you to feed more often—” “I don’t want to hear ‘I told you so’s’ right now, you smug prat. I want you to kiss me,” I tell him. “I’ll fucking die first,” he assures me, quickly knocking the head off the Vampyre, who damn near crept up on me. After Vance does some fancy sword skills, clearly showing off, five Vampyres lose their head, leaving only two. I stick behind Vance, shamelessly using the sword-happy Van Helsing as a shield. “Should we discuss the ghost fanning herself right now?” I ask, as Emily slides up next to us, moving with us toward the remaining Vampyres. “Pssst,” the ghost stage whispers. “The threat’s over. You can be cool again.” I step out from behind Vance, adjust my jacket, and ignore the fucking ghost who thinks I have pride or something.

Het huwelijk Toen hij bespeurde hoe de nevel van den tijd in d'oogen van zijn vrouw de vonken uit kwam dooven, haar wangen had verweerd, haar voorhoofd had doorkloven toen wendde hij zich af en vrat zich op van spijt. Hij vloekte en ging te keer en trok zich bij den baard en mat haar met den blik, maar kon niet meer begeeren, hij zag de grootsche zonde in duivelsplicht verkeeren en hoe zij tot hem opkeek als een stervend paard. Maar sterven deed zij niet, al zoog zijn helse mond het merg uit haar gebeente, dat haar tòch bleef dragen. Zij dorst niet spreken meer, niet vragen of niet klagen, en rilde waar zij stond, maar leefde en bleef gezond. Hij dacht: ik sla haar dood en steek het huis in brand. Ik moet de schimmel van mijn stramme voeten wasschen en rennen door het vuur en door het water plassen tot bij een ander lief in eenig ander land. Maar doodslaan deed hij niet, want tusschen droom en daad staan wetten in den weg en praktische bezwaren, en ook weemoedigheid, die niemand kan verklaren, en die des avonds komt, wanneer men slapen gaat. Zoo gingen jaren heen. De kindren werden groot en zagen dat de man dien zij hun vader heetten, bewegingsloos en zwijgend bij het vuur gezeten, een godvergeten en vervaarlijke' aanblik bood.

Want niet alleen God is voor de wereld verloren gegaan, maar ook de duivel. Zoals het kwaad op verwensbeelden wordt geschoven, zo wordt het goede geschoven op wensbeelden die men vereert omdat ze datgene doen wat men zelf ondoenlijk vindt. Men laat andere mensen zwoegen terwijl men vanaf een zitplaats toekijkt, dat is de sport; men laat mensen de eenzijdigste overdrijvingen te berde brengen, dat is het idealisme; men schudt het kwaad van zich af en degenen die ermee worden bespat, dat zijn de verwensbeelden. Zo krijgt alles op de wereld zijn plaats en zijn ordening, maar deze techniek van heiligenverering en zondebokkenmesterij door afschuiven is niet ongevaarlijk, want ze vervult de wereld met de spanningen van alle onuitgevochten innerlijke conflicten. Men slaat elkaar dood of verbroedert zich zonder ooit zeker te weten of men dat in volle ernst doet, omdat men immers een deel van zijn wezen buiten zichzelf heeft, en alle gebeurtenissen schijnen zich half vóór of achter de werkelijkheid te voltrekken, als een spiegelgevecht van de haat en de liefde. Het oude geloof in demonen, dat voor al het goede en het slechte waarmee men te maken kreeg de hemelse of helse geesten aansprakelijk stelde, werkte veel beter, accurater en netter, en men kan slechts hopen dat wij daar met de voortschrijdende ontwikkeling van de psychotechniek weer naar terug zullen keren.

I stand so abruptly that Leiza startles. “If Violet wants to find me, I’ll be outside chopping wood,” I tell her, causing her to choke back a sound that suspiciously resembles a smothered laugh. When I eye her, she’s the picture of seriousness, nodding once again. “Of course, Alpha,” she says so graciously. Tearing my shirt over my head, I toss it to the ground. Leiza’s phone rings, and she puts it aside. “A vampire is calling me. That can’t be good,” she says as she meets my eyes, almost asking for permission to answer Shera’s call. “They’re trying to reach me. Not you. They can kiss my ass. I need a minute to deal with this.” “I thought you were tired and going to get some sleep,” Leiza states, and then swallows down whatever else is on the tip of her tongue. “I’m no longer tired,” I point out dryly. Another nod from Leiza, and I walk out shirtless to go chop some fucking wood for the fireplace Violet rarely ever uses. There’s an axe wedged into one of the piles of wood near the chopping block, making this simpler than expected, so I get to work. Before I can even make one small pile, Damien is wheeling into the driveway, barely putting the brake on, before he hops out. His eyes narrow on me, and then his brow furrows. It’s when his lips start to twitch that I bristle, feeling a little too transparent. “Didn’t realize you’d gotten this pathetic, mongrel,” he drawls. “And here I thought our calls were being ignored so you could have Violet to yourself.” “I’m holding an axe,” I warn him. “Not a Van Helsing axe,” he volleys with a growing grin. The side door swings open for Violet as she walks out, eyeing me first from my spot near the sidewalk by the street, and then Damien next. “What’re you doing shirtless?” she asks, looking back over at me. “It’s like ten degrees out here. People are going to think that’s weird.” Damien restrains a smile. “You were almost out of wood,” I tell her, gesturing to the…fucking full wood chamber on the side of her house. I couldn’t squeeze another piece in there if I wanted to. Violet glances from it, to me, to Damien, and then to the wood again. “Tiara keeps it filled, and we hardly use it, since the heat is on…” She lets her words trail off, clearly confused. Damien outright grins. “Just what are you doing, exactly?” Damien muses. Tossing the axe to the ground, I glare over at him. “Why are you here?

«Vieni, sorella. Vieni a noi. Su, vieni, vieni!» Impaurito io mi volgo a mia povera Madam Mina, e il mio cuore per felicità è balzato come fiamma; perché, oh, il terrore in suoi dolci occhi, la repulsione, l'orrore! E la convinzione, per me, che era ancora speranza. Dio sia ringraziato, non era ancora, non ancora, di quelle. Ho preso un pezzo dell'ostia avanzando verso di loro e il fuoco. Esse arretrano davanti a me, ridendo il loro basso, orrido riso. Io attizzo il fuoco e più non temo loro, perché sapevo che dietro nostre protezioni siamo sani e salvi. Esse non potevano accostare me mentre così armato, né Madam Mina mentre che rimaneva dentro il cerchio, che essa non poteva lasciare non più che quelle potevano entrare. I cavalli avevano cessato di gemere, e ancora giacevano a terra; la neve cadeva soffice su di essi, ed essi diventavano più bianchi e più bianchi. Sapevo che per le povere bestie era finito il terrore. E così siamo rimasti finché il rosso dell'alba è filtrato tra il biancore di neve. Ero desolato e intimorito, e pieno di tristi presentimenti; ma quando il bel sole ha cominciato a salire sull'orizzonte, la vita è in me tornata. Al primo venire dell'alba, le orride figure dissolvono nel turbine di nebbia e neve, spire di trasparente tenebra che va via verso il castello e sono perdute