H/W 2nd February 2018
Dracula Passage – Mina Murray’s Journal, 8th August (pg 100)
Lucy was very restless all night, and I, too, could not sleep. The
storm was fearful, and as it boomed loudly among the chimney-
pots, and it made me shudder. When a sharp puff came it
seemed to be like a distant gun. Strangely enough, Lucy did not
wake; but she got up twice and dressed herself. Fortunately,
each time I awoke in time, and managed to undress her without
waking her, and got her back to bed. It is a strange thing, this
sleepwalking, for as soon as her will is thwarted in any physical
way, her intention, if there be any, disappears, and she yields
herself almost exactly to the routine of her life.
Early in the morning we both got up and went down to the
harbour to see if anything had happened in the night. There
were a few people about, and though the sun was bright, and
the air clear and fresh, the big, grim-looking waves, that seemed
dark themselves because of the foam that topped them was like
snow, forced themselves in through the narrow mouth of the
harbour – like a bullying man going through a crowd. Somehow I
felt glad that Jonathan was not on the sea last night, but on land.
But, oh, is he on land or sea? Where is he, and how? I am getting
fearfully anxious about him. If only I knew what to do, and could
do anything!
Dracula Passage – Mina Murray’s Journal, 8th August (pg 100)
Lucy was very restless all night, and I, too, could not sleep. The
storm was fearful, and as it boomed loudly among the chimney-
pots, and it made me shudder. When a sharp puff came it
seemed to be like a distant gun. Strangely enough, Lucy did not
wake; but she got up twice and dressed herself. Fortunately,
each time I awoke in time, and managed to undress her without
waking her, and got her back to bed. It is a strange thing, this
sleepwalking, for as soon as her will is thwarted in any physical
way, her intention, if there be any, disappears, and she yields
herself almost exactly to the routine of her life.
Early in the morning we both got up and went down to the
harbour to see if anything had happened in the night. There
were a few people about, and though the sun was bright, and
the air clear and fresh, the big, grim-looking waves, that seemed
dark themselves because of the foam that topped them was like
snow, forced themselves in through the narrow mouth of the
harbour – like a bullying man going through a crowd. Somehow I
felt glad that Jonathan was not on the sea last night, but on land.
But, oh, is he on land or sea? Where is he, and how? I am getting
fearfully anxious about him. If only I knew what to do, and could
do anything!
