Bram Stoker
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2011/11/08 19:14:12
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| Birth: | Nov. 8, 1847 |
| Death: | Apr. 20, 1912 London, England |
 Author. He is best known for his 1897 horror novel "Dracula", which established the popular modern day legend of the fictional 'vampire" of the title. Educated at Trinity College in Dublin, Ireland, he served there as President of the Philosophical Society and earned Bachelors and Masters degrees in 1870 and 1875, respectively. In 1878, he was selected by famed Shakespearian actor Henry Irving to manage London, England's Lyceum Theatre; he would hold that position until the theater's closure in 1902, and would continue to work for Irving until the actor's death in 1905. While at the Lyceum, Stoker tried his hand at creative writing, authoring the children's book "Under the Sunset" in 1882 and the novel "The Snake's Pass" in 1889. In 1890, he began work on a supernatural novel based in the Balkans. In crafting his story, he made great use of British Museum's library, taking a number of details from the popular travel literature of the time. The final result of this work was "Dracula". Though "Dracula" would later become the definitive vampire novel and the most filmed book of all time besides the Bible, it was only modestly successful during its first run (though it has never been out of print), its initial reception was merely lukewarm, and Stoker did not become a rising star. He would continue to write, publishing "Miss Betty" (1898), "The Mystery of the Sea" (1902), "The Jewel of the Seven Stars" (1903), "The Man" (1905), "The Lady of the Shroud" (1909), "The Lair of the White Worm" (1911) and the posthumous compilation "Dracula's Guest and Other Wierd Stories" (1914). He also authored the nonfiction "Personal Reminiscences of Henry Irving" (1906) and "Famous Impostors" (1910). Though achieving some success with these, he was never a great success as an author, and died without knowing how influential his work would become. | |
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Junior-BN-0 2011/11/08 20:14:01RIP,Bram,thanks for your literary contributions
I lay quiet, looking out from under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation. The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering tou...
I lay quiet, looking out from under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation. The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.
Gratias ago vos. Sileo in pacis.
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