"I am glad that it is old and big.
I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new house would kill me.
A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times.
We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead.
I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay.
I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth.
Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken;
the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements.
I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may."
Bram Stoker
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