How then are we to begin ourstrife to destroy him? How shall we find his where; and having found it, how can we destroy? My friends, this is much; it is a terrible task that we undertake, and there may be consequence to make the brave shudder. For if we fail in this our fight he must surely win: and then where end we? Life is nothings! I heed him not. But to fail here is not mere life or death. It is that we become as him; that we henceforward become foul things of the night like him — without heart or conscience, preying on the bodies and the souls of those we love best. To us for ever are the gates of heaven shut; for who shall open them to us again? We go on for all time abhorred by all; a blot on the face of God's sunshine; an arrow in the side of Him who died for man.
Jag läser och läser en bok som jag inte kan släppa. Jag började läsa den som ett allmänbildningsprojekt, men den är spännande och trevlig och bra. Det enda är att det blir många sidbläddringar - jag läser den som e-bok och har ställt in displayen så att varje sida tar två komma en knapptryckning...
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Jag känner inte alls igen texten men gissar på Dietrich Bonhoeffer och mordkomplotten mot Hitler.
Oj din gissning är intressantare än mitt bokval. Vill du har fler ledtrådar eller facit?
En ledtråd!
Utan ledtråd: Dracula?
Ja!
Ett citat till, som belöning:
The moonlight was so bright that through the thick yellow blind the room was light enough to see. On the bed beside the window lay Jonathan Harker, his face flushed, and breathing heavily as though in a stupor. Kneeling on the near edge of the bed facing outwards was the white-clad figure of his wife. By her side stood a tall, thin man, clad in black. His face was turned from us, but the instant we saw it we all recognized the Count—in every way, even to the scar on his forehead. With his left hand he held both Mrs Harker's hands, keeping them away with her arms at full tension; his right hand gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom. Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled down the man's bare breast, which was shown by his torn-open dress. The attitude of the two had a terrible resemblance to a child forcing a kitten's nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink.
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