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<title>Bram Stoker's Dracula: Chapter XVII Encoding</title>
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<persName>Adam Lauze</persName>
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<div1 type="Chapter" n="17">
<head>CHAPTER XVII</head>
<div2 type="Diary">
<head><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>DR.SEWARD</persName>’S <term corresp="#transcript">DIARY</term>—continued</head>
<p>WHEN we arrived at the <placeName type="Hotel">Berkeley Hotel</placeName>, <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName> found a <ref target="#telegram">telegram</ref> waiting for
him:—</p>
<quote>“Am coming up by train. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName> at <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName>. Important news.—<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina
Harker</persName>.”</quote>
<p>The <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing"
>Professor</persName> was delighted. <said>“Ah, that wonderful <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Madam
Mina,”</persName></said> he said, <said>“pearl among women! She arrive, but I cannot
stay. She must go to your house, friend <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>John</persName>. You must meet her at the station. <term ref="#telegram"
>Telegraph</term> her en route, so that she may be prepared.”</said></p>
<p>When the <term ref="#telegram">wire</term> was despatched he had a cup of tea; over it
he told me of a <term ref="#diary">diary</term> kept by <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan">Jonathan
Harker</persName> when abroad, and gave me a <term ref="#Typewriter"
>typewritten</term> copy of it, as also of <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName>
<term ref="#diary">diary</term> at <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName>. <said>“Take these,”</said> he said, <said>“and study them well.
When I have returned you will be master of all the facts, and we can then better enter
on our inquisition. Keep them safe, for there is in them much of treasure. You will
need all your faith, even you who have had such an experience as that of to-day. What
is here told,”</said> he laid his hand heavily and gravely on the packet of papers as
he spoke, <said>“may be the beginning of the end to you and me and many another; or it
may sound the knell of the <soCalled>Un-Dead</soCalled> who walk the earth. Read all,
I pray you, with the open mind; and if you can add in any way to the story here told
do so, for it is all-important. You have kept <term ref="#diary">diary</term> of all
these so strange things; is it not so? Yes! Then we shall go through all these
together when we meet.”</said> He then made ready for his departure, and shortly after
drove off to <placeName>Liverpool Street</placeName>. I took my way to
<placeName>Paddington</placeName>, where I arrived about fifteen minutes before the
train came in. </p>
<p>The crowd melted away, after the bustling fashion common to arrival platforms; and I
was beginning to feel uneasy, lest I might miss my guest, when a sweet-faced,
dainty-looking girl stepped up to me, and, after a quick glance, said: <said>“<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>, is it not?”</said></p>
<p><said>“And you are <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName>!”</said> I answered at once; whereupon she held out her hand.</p>
<p><said>“I knew you from the description of poor dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>; but——”</said> She stopped suddenly, and a quick blush overspread
her face.</p>
<p>The blush that rose to my own cheeks somehow set us both at ease, for it was a tacit
answer to her own. I got her luggage, which included a <term ref="#Typewriter"
>typewriter</term>, and we took the <soCalled>Underground</soCalled> to
<placeName>Fenchurch Street</placeName>, after I had sent a <term ref="#telegram"
>wire</term> to my housekeeper to have a sitting-room and bedroom prepared at once for
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName>.</p>
<p>In due time we arrived. She knew, of course, that the place was a <distinct
type="archaic">lunatic asylum</distinct>, but I could see that she was unable to
repress a shudder when we entered.</p>
<p>She told me that, if she might, she would come presently to my study, as she had much
to say. So here I am finishing my entry in my <term ref="#phonograph">phonograph
diary</term> whilst I await her. As yet I have not had the chance of looking at the
papers which <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName> left with me, though they lie open before me. I must get her
interested in something, so that I may have an opportunity of reading them. She does not
know how precious time is, or what a task we have in hand. I must be careful not to
frighten her. Here she is!</p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Journal">
<head><persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina
Harker</persName>’s <term ref="#diary">Journal</term>.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>29 September</dateline>
</opener>
<p>.—After I had tidied myself, I went down to <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>’s study. At the door I paused a moment, for I thought I heard him
talking with some one. As, however, he had pressed me to be quick, I knocked at the
door, and on his calling out, <said>“Come in,”</said> I entered.</p>
<p>To my intense surprise, there was no one with him. He was quite alone, and on the table
opposite him was what I knew at once from the description to be a <term
ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term>. I had never seen one, and was much
interested.</p>
<p><said>“I hope I did not keep you waiting,”</said> I said; <said>“but I stayed at the
door as I heard you talking, and thought there was some one with you.”</said></p>
<p><said>“Oh,”</said> he replied with a smile, <said>“I was only entering my <term
ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term>.”</said></p>
<p><said>“Your <term ref="#diary">diary</term>?”</said> I asked him in surprise.</p>
<p><said>“Yes,”</said> he answered. <said>“I keep it in this.”</said> As he spoke he laid
his hand on the <term ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term>. I felt quite excited over it,
and blurted out:—</p>
<p><said>“Why, this beats even <term ref="#Shorthand">shorthand</term>! May I hear it say
something?”</said></p>
<p><said>“Certainly,”</said> he replied with alacrity, and stood up to put it in train for
speaking. Then he paused, and a troubled look overspread his face.</p>
<p><said>“The fact is,”</said> he began awkwardly, <said>“I only keep my <term
ref="#diary">diary</term> in <term ref="#phonograph">it</term>; and as it is
entirely—almost entirely—about my cases, it may be awkward—that is, I mean——”</said>
He stopped, and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment:—</p>
<p><said>“You helped to attend dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> at the end. Let me hear how she died; for all that I know of her, I
shall be very grateful. She was very, very dear to me.”</said></p>
<p>To my surprise, he answered, with a horrorstruck look in his face:—</p>
<p><said>“Tell you of her death? Not for the wide world!”</said></p>
<p><said>“Why not?”</said> I asked, for some grave, terrible feeling was coming over me.
Again he paused, and I could see that he was trying to invent an excuse. At length he
stammered out:—</p>
<p><note corresp="#note1"><said>“You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part
of the <term ref="#phonograph">diary</term>.”</said> Even while he was speaking an
idea dawned upon him, and he said with unconscious simplicity, in a different voice,
and with the naïveté of a child: <said>“That’s quite true, upon my honour. <distinct
type="slang">Honest Indian</distinct>!”</said> I could not but smile, at which he
grimaced. <said>“I gave myself away that time!”</said> he said. <said>“But do you know
that, although I have kept the <term ref="#diary">diary</term> for months past, it
never once struck me how I was going to find any particular part of it in case I
wanted to look it up?”</said></note> By this time my mind was made up that the <term
ref="#phonograph">diary</term> of a doctor who attended <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that
terrible <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Being</persName>, and I said boldly:—</p>
<p><said>“Then, <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>, you had better let me copy it out for you on my <term
ref="#typewriter">typewriter</term>.”</said> He grew to a positively deathly pallor
as he said:—</p>
<p><said>“No! no! no! For all the world, I wouldn’t let you know that terrible
story!”</said></p>
<p>Then it was terrible; my intuition was right! For a moment I thought, and as my eyes
ranged the room, unconsciously looking for something or some opportunity to aid me, they
lit on a great batch of typewriting on the table. His eyes caught the look in mine, and,
without his thinking, followed their direction. As they saw the parcel he realised my
meaning.</p>
<p><said>“You do not know me,”</said> I said. <said>“When you have read those papers—my
own <term ref="#diary">diary</term> and my husband’s also, which I have typed—you will
know me better. I have not faltered in giving every thought of my own heart in this
cause; but, of course, you do not know me—yet; and I must not expect you to trust me
so far.”</said></p>
<p>He is certainly a man of noble nature; poor dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> was right about him. He stood up and opened a large drawer, in which
were arranged in order a number of hollow cylinders of metal covered with dark wax, and
said:—</p>
<p><said>“You are quite right. I did not trust you because I did not know you. But I know
you now; and let me say that I should have known you long ago. I know that <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> told you of me; she told me of you too. May I make the only
atonement in my power? Take the cylinders and hear them—the first half-dozen of them
are personal to me, and they will not horrify you; then you will know me better.
Dinner will by then be ready. In the meantime I shall read over some of these
documents, and shall be better able to understand certain things.”</said> He carried
the <term ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term> himself up to my sitting-room and adjusted
it for me. Now I shall learn something pleasant, I am sure; for it will tell me the
other side of a true love episode of which I know one side already....</p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Diary">
<head><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>Dr. Seward</persName>’s <term ref="#phonograph">Diary</term>.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>29 September</dateline>
</opener>
<p>.—I was so absorbed in that wonderful <term ref="#diary">diary</term> of <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan">Jonathan
Harker</persName> and that other of his wife that I let the time run on without
thinking. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName> was not down when the maid came to announce dinner, so I said:
<said>“She is possibly tired; let dinner wait an hour,”</said> and I went on with my
work. I had just finished <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker’s</persName>
<term ref="#diary">diary</term>, when she came in. She looked sweetly pretty, but very
sad, and her eyes were flushed with crying. This somehow moved me much. Of late I have
had cause for tears, God knows! but the relief of them was denied me; and now the sight
of those sweet eyes, brightened with recent tears, went straight to my heart. So I said
as gently as I could:—</p>
<p><said>“I greatly fear I have distressed you.”</said></p>
<p><said>“Oh, no, not distressed me,”</said> she replied, <said>“but I have been more
touched than I can say by your grief. <note corresp="#note2">That is a wonderful
machine, but it is cruelly true. It told me, in its very tones, the anguish of your
heart. It was like a soul crying out to Almighty God. No one must hear them spoken
ever again! See, I have tried to be useful. I have copied out the words on my <term
ref="#typewriter">typewriter</term>, and none other need now hear your heart beat,
as I did.”</note></said></p>
<p><said>“No one need ever know, shall ever know,”</said> I said in a low voice. She laid
her hand on mine and said very gravely:—</p>
<p><said>“Ah, but they must!”</said></p>
<p><said>“Must! But why?”</said> I asked.</p>
<p><note corresp="#note3"><said>“Because it is a part of the terrible story, a part of poor
dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s death and all that led to it; because in the struggle which we
have before us to rid the earth of this terrible monster we must have all the
knowledge and all the help which we can get. I think that the cylinders which you
gave me contained more than you intended me to know; but I can see that there are in
your record many lights to this dark mystery. You will let me help, will you not? I
know all up to a certain point; and I see already, though your <term
ref="#phonograph">diary</term> only took me to <date>7 September</date>, how poor
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> was beset, and how her terrible doom was being wrought out.
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName> and I have been working day and night since Professor
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName> saw us. He is gone to <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> to get more information, and he will be here to-morrow to help
us. We need have no secrets amongst us; working together and with absolute trust, we
can surely be stronger than if some of us were in the dark.”</said></note> She
looked at me so appealingly, and at the same time manifested such courage and resolution
in her bearing, that I gave in at once to her wishes. <said>“You shall,”</said> I said,
<said>“do as you like in the matter. God forgive me if I do wrong! There are terrible
things yet to learn of; but if you have so far travelled on the road to poor <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s death, you will not be content, I know, to remain in the dark.
Nay, the end—the very end—may give you a gleam of peace. Come, there is dinner. We
must keep one another strong for what is before us; we have a cruel and dreadful task.
When you have eaten you shall learn the rest, and I shall answer any questions you
ask—if there be anything which you do not understand, though it was apparent to us who
were present.”</said></p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Journal">
<head><persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina
Harker</persName>’s Journal.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>29 September</dateline>
</opener>
<p>.—After dinner I came with <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> to his study. He brought back the <term ref="#phonograph"
>phonograph</term> from my room, and I took my <term ref="#typewriter"
>typewriter</term>. He placed me in a comfortable chair, and arranged the <term
ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term> so that I could touch it without getting up, and
showed me how to stop it in case I should want to pause. Then he very thoughtfully took
a chair, with his back to me, so that I might be as free as possible, and began to read.
I put the forked metal to my ears and listened.</p>
<p>When the terrible story of <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s death, and—and all that followed, was done, I lay back in my chair
powerless. Fortunately I am not of a fainting disposition. When <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> saw me he jumped up with a horrified exclamation, and hurriedly
taking a case-bottle from a cupboard, gave me some brandy, which in a few minutes
somewhat restored me. My brain was all in a whirl, and only that there came through all
the multitude of horrors, the holy ray of light that my dear, dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> was at last at peace, I do not think I could have borne it without
making a scene. It is all so wild, and mysterious, and strange that if I had not known
<persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName>’s experience in <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Transylvania"
>Transylvania</placeName> I could not have believed. As it was, I didn’t know what to
believe, and so got out of my difficulty by attending to something else. I took the
cover off my <term ref="#typewriter">typewriter</term>, and said to <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>:—</p>
<p><said>“Let me write this all out now. We must be ready for Dr. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName> when he comes. I have sent a <term ref="#telegram"
>telegram</term> to <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName> to come on here when he arrives in <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#London"
>London</placeName> from <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName>. In this matter dates are everything, and I think that if we get
all our material ready, and have every item put in chronological order, we shall have
done much. You tell me that <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Arthur">Lord
Godalming</persName> and <persName>Mr. Morris</persName> are coming too. Let us be
able to tell him when they come.”</said> He accordingly set the <term
ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term> at a slow pace, and I began to <term
ref="#Typewriter">typewrite</term> from the beginning of the seventh
<term>cylinder</term>. I used <term>manifold</term>, and so took three copies of the
<term ref="#diary">diary</term>, just as I had done with all the rest. It was late
when I got through, but <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> went about his work of going his round of the patients; when he had
finished he came back and sat near me, reading, so that I did not feel too lonely whilst
I worked. How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men—even if there
are monsters in it. Before I left him I remembered what <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName> put in his <term ref="#diary">diary</term> of the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing"
>Professor</persName>’s perturbation at reading something in <note corresp="#note4">an
evening paper at the station at <placeName>Exeter</placeName>; so, seeing that
<persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>Dr. Seward</persName> keeps his newspapers, I borrowed the files of “<objectName
type="Newspaper">The Westminster Gazette</objectName>” and “<objectName
type="Newspaper">The Pall Mall Gazette</objectName>,” and took them to my room. I
remember how much “<objectName type="Newspaper">The Dailygraph</objectName>” and
“<objectName type="Newspaper">The Whitby Gazette</objectName>,” of which I had made
cuttings, helped us to understand the terrible events at <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> when <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula">Count
Dracula</persName>, so I shall look through the evening papers since then, and
perhaps I shall get some new light. I am not sleepy, and the work will help to keep me
quiet.</note></p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Diary">
<head><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>Dr. Seward</persName>’s <term ref="#transcript">Diary</term>.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>30 September</dateline>
</opener>
<p>.—<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan">Mr.
Harker</persName> arrived at nine o’clock. He had got his wife’s <term ref="#telegram"
>wire</term> just before starting. He is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his
face, and full of energy. If this <term ref="#diary">journal</term> be true—and judging
by one’s own wonderful experiences, it must be—he is also a man of great nerve. That
going down to the vault a second time was a remarkable piece of daring. After reading
his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood, but hardly the
quiet, business-like gentleman who came here to-day.</p>
<p>Later.—</p>
<p>After lunch <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Harker</persName> and his wife went back to their own room, and as I passed a while
ago I heard the click of the <term ref="#typewriter">typewriter</term>. They are hard at
it. <note corresp="#note5"><persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName> says that they are knitting together in chronological order every
scrap of evidence they have. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Harker</persName> has got the <term ref="#letter">letter</term>s between the
consignee of the boxes at <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> and the carriers in <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#London"
>London</placeName> who took charge of them. He is now reading his wife’s typescript
of my <term ref="#transcript">Diary</term>. I wonder what they make out of it. Here it
is....</note></p>
<p><note corresp="#note5">Strange that it never struck me that the very next house might
be the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>’s hiding-place! Goodness knows that we had enough clues from the
conduct of the patient <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Renfield"
>Renfield</persName>! The bundle of <term ref="#letter">letter</term>s relating to
the purchase of the house were with the typescript. Oh, if we had only had them
earlier we might have saved poor <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>! Stop; that way madness lies! <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Harker</persName> has gone back, and is again collating his material. He says that
by dinner-time they will be able to show a whole connected narrative. He thinks that
in the meantime I should see <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Renfield"
>Renfield</persName>, as hitherto he has been a sort of index to the coming and
going of the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>. I hardly see this yet, but when I get at the dates I suppose I
shall. What a good thing that <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName> put my cylinders into type! We never could have found the dates
otherwise....</note></p>
<p>I found <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Renfield"
>Renfield</persName> sitting placidly in his room with his hands folded, smiling
benignly. At the moment he seemed as sane as any one I ever saw. I sat down and talked
with him on a lot of subjects, all of which he treated naturally. He then, of his own
accord, spoke of going home, a subject he has never mentioned to my knowledge during his
sojourn here. In fact, he spoke quite confidently of getting his discharge at once. I
believe that, had I not had the chat with <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Harker</persName> and read the <term ref="#letter">letter</term>s and the dates of
his outbursts, I should have been prepared to sign for him after a brief time of
observation. As it is, I am darkly suspicious. All those outbreaks were in some way
linked with the proximity of the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>. What then does this absolute content mean? Can it be that his
instinct is satisfied as to the vampire’s ultimate triumph? Stay; he is himself
zoöphagous, and in his wild ravings outside the chapel door of the deserted house he
always spoke of “master.” This all seems confirmation of our idea. However, after a
while I came away; my friend is just a little too sane at present to make it safe to
probe him too deep with questions. He might begin to think, and then—! So I came away. I
mistrust these quiet moods of his; so I have given the attendant a hint to look closely
after him, and to have a strait-waistcoat ready in case of need.</p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Journal">
<head><persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan">Jonathan
Harker</persName>’s Journal.</head>
<opener>
<dateline>29 September</dateline>, in train to <settlement><placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#London"
>London</placeName></settlement></opener>
<p>.—When I received <persName>Mr. Billington</persName>’s courteous message that he would
give me any information in his power I thought it best to go down to <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> and make, on the spot, such inquiries as I wanted. It was now my
object to trace that horrid cargo of the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>’s to its place in <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#London"
>London</placeName>. Later, we may be able to deal with it. <persName>Billington
junior</persName>, a nice lad, met me at the station, and brought me to his father’s
house, where they had decided that I must stay the night. They are hospitable, with true
<placeName>Yorkshire</placeName> hospitality: give a guest everything, and leave him
free to do as he likes. They all knew that I was busy, and that my stay was short, and
<persName>Mr. Billington</persName> had ready in his office all the papers concerning
the consignment of boxes. It gave me almost a turn to see again one of the <term
ref="#letter">letter</term>s which I had seen on the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>’s table before I knew of his diabolical plans. Everything had been
carefully thought out, and done systematically and with precision. He seemed to have
been prepared for every obstacle which might be placed by accident in the way of his
intentions being carried out. To use an Americanism, he had “<q>taken no chances,</q>”
and the absolute accuracy with which his instructions were fulfilled, was simply the
logical result of his care. I saw the invoice, and took note of it: “<q>Fifty cases of
common earth, to be used for experimental purposes.</q>” Also the copy of <term
ref="#letter">letter</term> to <persName>Carter Paterson</persName>, and their reply;
of both of these I got copies. This was all the information <persName>Mr.
Billington</persName> could give me, so I went down to the port and saw the
<roleName>coastguards</roleName>, the <roleName>Customs officers</roleName> and the
<roleName>harbour-master</roleName>. They had all something to say of the strange
entry of the ship, which is already taking its place in local tradition; but no one
could add to the simple description “<q>Fifty cases of common earth.</q>” I then saw the
station-master, who kindly put me in communication with the men who had actually
received the boxes. Their tally was exact with the list, and they had nothing to add
except that the boxes were “<q>main and mortal heavy</q>,” and that shifting them was
dry work. One of them added that it was hard lines that there wasn’t any gentleman
“<q>such-like as yourself, squire,</q>” to show some sort of appreciation of their
efforts in a liquid form; another put in a rider that the thirst then generated was such
that even the time which had elapsed had not completely allayed it. Needless to add, I
took care before leaving to lift, for ever and adequately, this source of reproach.</p>
<p><date>30 September</date>.—The <roleName>station-master</roleName> was good enough to
give me a line to his old companion the <roleName>station-master</roleName> at
<placeName>King’s Cross</placeName>, so that when I arrived there in the morning I was
able to ask him about the arrival of the boxes. He, too, put me at once in communication
with the proper officials, and I saw that their tally was correct with the original
invoice. The opportunities of acquiring an abnormal thirst had been here limited; a
noble use of them had, however, been made, and again I was compelled to deal with the
result in an <foreign>ex post facto</foreign> manner.</p>
<p>From thence I went on to <persName>Carter Paterson</persName>’s central office, where I
met with the utmost courtesy. They looked up the transaction in their day-book and <term
ref="#letter">letter</term>-book, and at once <term ref="#telephone">telephoned</term>
to their <placeName>King’s Cross</placeName> office for more details. By good fortune, the men who did the
teaming were waiting for work, and the official at once sent them over, sending also by
one of them the way-bill and all the papers connected with the delivery of the boxes at
<placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Carfax"
>Carfax</placeName>. Here again I found the tally agreeing exactly; the carriers’ men were able to
supplement the paucity of the written words with a few details. These were, I shortly
found, connected almost solely with the dusty nature of the job, and of the consequent
thirst engendered in the operators. On my affording an opportunity, through the medium
of the currency of the realm, of the allaying, at a later period, this beneficial evil,
one of the men remarked:—</p>
<p><said>“<distinct type="dialect">That ’ere ’ouse, guv’nor, is the rummiest I ever was in. Blyme! but it ain’t
been touched sence a hundred years. There was dust that thick in the place that you
might have slep’ on it without ’urtin’ of yer bones; an’ the place was that neglected
that yer might ’ave smelled ole <placeName>Jerusalem</placeName> in it. But the ole chapel—that took the
cike, that did! Me and my mate, we thort we wouldn’t never git out quick enough. Lor’,
I wouldn’t take less nor a quid a moment to stay there arter dark.</distinct>”</said></p>
<p>Having been in the house, I could well believe him; but if he knew what I know, he
would, I think, have raised his terms.</p>
<p>Of one thing I am now satisfied: that all the boxes which arrived at <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> from Varna in the Demeter were safely deposited in the old chapel
at <placeName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Carfax">Carfax</placeName>. There should be fifty of them there, unless any have since been removed—as
from <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>’s <term ref="#transcript">Diary</term> I fear.</p>
<p>I shall try to see the carter who took away the boxes from <placeName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Carfax">Carfax</placeName> when <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Renfield"
>Renfield</persName> attacked them. By following up this clue we may learn a good
deal.</p>
<p>Later.—<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray"
>Mina</persName> and I have worked all day, and we have put all the papers into
order.</p>
</div2>
<div2 type="Journal">
<head><persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina
Harker</persName>’s Journal</head>
<opener>
<dateline>30 September</dateline></opener>
<p>.—I am so glad that I hardly know how to contain myself. It is, I suppose, the reaction
from the haunting fear which I have had: that this terrible affair and the reopening of
his old wound might act detrimentally on <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName>. I saw him leave for <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName> with as brave a face as I could, but I was sick with apprehension.
The effort has, however, done him good. He was never so resolute, never so strong, never
so full of volcanic energy, as at present. It is just as that dear, good Professor
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName> said: he is true grit, and he improves under strain that would kill
a weaker nature. He came back full of life and hope and determination; we have got
everything in order for to-night. I feel myself quite wild with excitement. I suppose
one ought to pity any thing so hunted as is the <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Count</persName>. That is just it: this <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Thing</persName> is not human—not even beast. To read
<persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward"
>Dr. Seward</persName>’s account of poor <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s death, and what followed, is enough to dry up the springs of pity
in one’s heart.</p>
<p>Later.—<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Arthur">Lord
Godalming</persName> and <persName>Mr. Morris</persName> arrived earlier than we expected. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> was out on business, and had taken <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Jonathan"
>Jonathan</persName> with him, so I had to see them. It was to me a painful meeting,
for it brought back all poor dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s hopes of only a few months ago. Of course they had heard <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName> speak of me, and it seemed that Dr. <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#VanHelsing">Van
Helsing</persName>, too, has been quite “blowing my trumpet,” as <persName>Mr. Morris</persName> expressed
it. Poor fellows, neither of them is aware that I know all about the proposals they made
to <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>. They did not quite know what to say or do, as they were ignorant of
the amount of my knowledge; so they had to keep on neutral subjects. However, I thought
the matter over, and came to the conclusion that the best thing I could do would be to
post them in affairs right up to date. I knew from <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>’s <term ref="#phonograph">diary</term> that they had been at
<persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s death—her real death—and that I need not fear to betray any secret
before the time. So I told them, as well as I could, that I had read all the papers and
diaries, and that my husband and I, having typewritten them, had just finished putting
them in order. I gave them each a copy to read in the library. When <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Arthur">Lord
Godalming</persName> got his and turned it over—it does make a pretty good pile—he
said:—</p>
<p><said>“Did you write all this, <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mrs.
Harker</persName>?”</said></p>
<p>I nodded, and he went on:—</p>
<p><said>“I don’t quite see the drift of it; but you people are all so good and kind, and
have been working so earnestly and so energetically, that all I can do is to accept
your ideas blindfold and try to help you. I have had one lesson already in accepting
facts that should make a man humble to the last hour of his life. Besides, I know you
loved my poor <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>—”</said> Here he turned away and covered his face with his hands. I
could hear the tears in his voice. <persName>Mr. Morris</persName>, with instinctive delicacy, just laid a
hand for a moment on his shoulder, and then walked quietly out of the room. I suppose
there is something in woman’s nature that makes a man free to break down before her and
express his feelings on the tender or emotional side without feeling it derogatory to
his manhood; for when <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Arthur">Lord
Godalming</persName> found himself alone with me he sat down on the sofa and gave way
utterly and openly. I sat down beside him and took his hand. I hope he didn’t think it
forward of me, and that if he ever thinks of it afterwards he never will have such a
thought. There I wrong him; I know he never will—he is too true a gentleman. I said to
him, for I could see that his heart was breaking:—</p>
<p><said>“I loved dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>, and I know what she was to you, and what you were to her. She and
I were like sisters; and now she is gone, will you not let me be like a sister to you
in your trouble? I know what sorrows you have had, though I cannot measure the depth
of them. If sympathy and pity can help in your affliction, won’t you let me be of some
little service—for <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s sake?”</said></p>
<p>In an instant the poor dear fellow was overwhelmed with grief. It seemed to me that all
that he had of late been suffering in silence found a vent at once. He grew quite
hysterical, and raising his open hands, beat his palms together in a perfect agony of
grief. He stood up and then sat down again, and the tears rained down his cheeks. I felt
an infinite pity for him, and opened my arms unthinkingly. With a sob he laid his head
on my shoulder and cried like a wearied child, whilst he shook with emotion.</p>
<p>We women have something of the mother in us that makes us rise above smaller matters
when the mother-spirit is invoked; I felt this big sorrowing man’s head resting on me,
as though it were that of the baby that some day may lie on my bosom, and I stroked his
hair as though he were my own child. I never thought at the time how strange it all
was.</p>
<p>After a little bit his sobs ceased, and he raised himself with an apology, though he
made no disguise of his emotion. He told me that for days and nights past—weary days and
sleepless nights—he had been unable to speak with any one, as a man must speak in his
time of sorrow. There was no woman whose sympathy could be given to him, or with whom,
owing to the terrible circumstance with which his sorrow was surrounded, he could speak
freely. <said>“I know now how I suffered,”</said> he said, as he dried his eyes,
<said>“but I do not know even yet—and none other can ever know—how much your sweet
sympathy has been to me to-day. I shall know better in time; and believe me that,
though I am not ungrateful now, my gratitude will grow with my understanding. You will
let me be like a brother, will you not, for all our lives—for dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s sake?”</said></p>
<p><said>“For dear <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>’s sake,”</said> I said as we clasped hands. <said>“Ay, and for your
own sake,”</said> he added, <said>“for if a man’s esteem and gratitude are ever worth
the winning, you have won mine to-day. If ever the future should bring to you a time
when you need a man’s help, believe me, you will not call in vain. God grant that no
such time may ever come to you to break the sunshine of your life; but if it should
ever come, promise me that you will let me know.”</said> He was so earnest, and his
sorrow was so fresh, that I felt it would comfort him, so I said:—</p>
<p><said>“I promise.”</said></p>
<p>As I came along the corridor I saw <persName>Mr. Morris</persName> looking out of a window. He turned as he
heard my footsteps. <said>“How is <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Arthur"
>Art</persName>?”</said> he said. Then noticing my red eyes, he
went on: <said>“Ah, I see you have been comforting him. Poor old fellow! he needs it. No
one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart; and he had no one
to comfort him.”</said></p>
<p>He bore his own trouble so bravely that my heart bled for him. <note corresp="#note6">I saw the manuscript in
his hand, and I knew that when he read it he would realise how much I knew; so I said to
him:—</note></p>
<p><said>“I wish I could comfort all who suffer from the heart. Will you let me be your
friend, and will you come to me for comfort if you need it? You will know, later on,
why I speak.”</said> He saw that I was in earnest, and stooping, took my hand, and
raising it to his lips, kissed it. It seemed but poor comfort to so brave and unselfish
a soul, and impulsively I bent over and kissed him. The tears rose in his eyes, and
there was a momentary choking in his throat; he said quite calmly:—</p>
<p><said>“Little girl, you will never regret that true-hearted kindness, so long as ever
you live!”</said> Then he went into the study to his friend.</p>
<p>“Little girl!”—the very words he had used to <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>, and oh, but he proved himself a friend!</p>
</div2>
</div1>
</body>
<back>
<div type="notes">
<head>Notes</head>
<note xml:id="note1">This passage illustrates the frustrations that <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> is encountering, but has not, up until this point in time, allowed himself to vocalize. His fascination with
a new technology like the <term ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term> has caused him to rely on it, before he entirely knows how to control it,
or adequately communicate his knowledge and observations. He also remarks how he did not know a way that he could find a particular part of a recording.
Put another way, he has been sacrificing data into the <term ref="#phonograph">phonographic</term> ether without any plan of getting it back out.
This is a catalytic moment for <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName>, as it will spark a relationship with <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina</persName>
based around their interactions with technology.</note>
<note xml:id="note2"><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray"
>Mina</persName>'s emotional discussion of her experience listening to the <term ref="#phonograph">phonograph</term>
displays the way she feels about her time within this specific technological interaction. It creates an affective,
metaphorical reproduction of the soul, a kind of metaphysical, emotional intimacy, being <cit><q>"cruelly true"</q></cit>,
affording a jarring understanding of the death of her friend, <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#LucyWestenra"
>Lucy</persName>, as well as the effect it had on <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> .</note>
<note xml:id="note3"><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray"
>Mina</persName> speaks eloquently here, and reframes the argument for knowledge creation as the only way to literally defeat <cit><q>"terrible monsters"</q></cit>.
She emplores <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> to continue to share his work, that they may gather all that they know in an effort to defeat <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula"
>Dracula</persName>.</note>
<note xml:id="note4">In the evening when <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina</persName> has trouble sleeping
she gets out of bed and uses <objectName type="Newspaper">newspapers</objectName> to seek out new information about their situation.
She records that they have helped her to gain knowledge in <placeName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/places-bram-stokers-dracula#Whitby"
>Whitby</placeName>, and hopes to continue that relationship. As an early form of knowledge creation and propagation, <objectName type="Newspaper">newspapers</objectName>
are a compelling example of how these characters are continuing to turn to technologies and knowledge creation to maintain identity and self.</note>
<note xml:id="note5"><persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr.
Seward</persName> has fully embraced the sharing of data, analysis, critical apparatus, and knowledge creation as the way to combat the supernatural
villian that they face. He know views <persName
ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Renfield"
>Renfield</persName> as a literal <cit><q>"index"</q></cit>, is thrilled to hear the narrative of his experience, even though he recorded it as well, and lived
many of the moments in full consciousness, and ends thanking <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina</persName>
for her actions in <term target="#transcript">transcribing</term> his <term target="#phonograph">phonograph</term>. His world is becoming increasingly shared
and connected through his interactions with technology.</note>
<note xml:id="note6">This is a very simple moment between <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#MinaMurray">Mina</persName>
and <persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Seward">Dr. Seward</persName>, and poetically and symbolically
signals the completed knowledge transfer and propagation. Even just by seeing the manuscript, very literally
he can readily assume to know what she knows, and she knows that he knows the same information. At the outset of this chapter, this simple truth could
not be stated, but through their interactions with technology, they've now progressed in their fight against
<persName ref="/bram-stokers-dracula-digital/files/personography-dracula.xml#Dracula">Dracula</persName> one step further.
</note>
</div>
<div type="glossary">
<head>Brief Glossary of Technology</head>
<list type="gloss">
<item xml:id="telephone">
<desc><emph>Telephone:</emph></desc>
<p>
<desc>
<bibl corresp="#telephoneOED">Any apparatus which conveys sound, esp. that of the
voice, as vibrations along a string, wire, or other solid medium; spec. one
consisting of two objects (e.g. tin cans) which can act as diaphragms, connected
by a taut string or wire. Usually with distinguishing word or phrase, as lovers'
telephone, string telephone, tin can telephone, etc</bibl>
</desc>
</p>
</item>
<item xml:id="telegram">
<desc><emph>Telegram:</emph></desc>
<p>
<desc>
<bibl corresp="#telegramOED">A message sent by telegraph, typically composed in a
concise and elliptical style and delivered, usually in written or printed form,
very soon after sending.</bibl>
</desc>
</p>
</item>
<item xml:id="diary">
<desc><emph>Diary:</emph></desc>
<desc><bibl corresp="#diaryOED">A daily record of events or transactions, a journal;
specifically, a daily record of matters affecting the writer personally, or which
come under his personal observation.</bibl></desc>
</item>
<item xml:id="transcript">
<desc><emph>Transcript:</emph></desc>
<desc><bibl corresp="#transcriptOED"><emph>transferred</emph> and
<emph>figurative.</emph> A copy, imitation, reproduction; a representation,
rendering, interpretation.</bibl></desc>
</item>
<item xml:id="phonograph">
<desc><emph>Phonograph:</emph></desc>
<desc><bibl corresp="#phonographOED">An instrument for automatically recording and
reproducing sound, in which sound waves cause vibrations in a thin metal diaphragm
having a steel point attached to it which makes a tracing (as in the phonautograph)
on a sheet of soft metal or hard wax fixed around a revolving cylinder, the sound
being reproduced by placing the steel point at the start of the tracing and
revolving the cylinder, causing the steel point and hence the diaphragm to
vibrate.</bibl></desc>
</item>
<item xml:id="letter">
<desc><emph>Letter:</emph></desc>
<desc><bibl corresp="#letterOED">A written text on paper, parchment, etc., and related
senses. (a) A written communication addressed to a person, organization, or other
body, esp. one sent by post or messenger; an epistle.</bibl></desc>
</item>
<item xml:id="Shorthand">
<desc><emph>Shorthand:</emph></desc>
<desc><bibl corresp="#shorthandOED">A method of speedy writing by means of the
substitution of contractions or arbitrary signs or symbols for letters, words, etc.:
brachygraphy, stenography.</bibl></desc>
</item>
<item xml:id="Typewriter">
<desc><emph>Typewriter:</emph></desc>
<p><desc><bibl corresp="#typewriterOED">A writing-machine having types for the letters
of the alphabet, figures and punctuation-marks, so arranged on separate rods (or
on the periphery of a wheel) that as each key of the machine is depressed the
corresponding character is imprinted in line on a moving sheet.</bibl></desc></p>
</item>
</list>
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<head>Editorial Citations</head>
<listBibl>
<bibl xml:id="telephoneOED">"telephone, n." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March 2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/198718. Accessed 3 April 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="typewriterOED">"typewriter, n." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March
2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/208343. Accessed 1 April 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="shorthandOED">"shorthand, n. and adj." OED Online, Oxford University
Press, March 2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/178611. Accessed 1 April 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="telegramOED"> "telegram, n." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March
2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/198685. Accessed 31 March 2019. </bibl>
<bibl xml:id="diaryOED">"diary, n." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March 2019,
www.oed.com/view/Entry/52076. Accessed 31 March 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="transcriptOED">"transcript, n. and adj." OED Online, Oxford University
Press, March 2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/204647. Accessed 31 March 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="phonographOED">"phonograph, n." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March
2019, www.oed.com/view/Entry/142654. Accessed 31 March 2019.</bibl>
<bibl xml:id="letterOED">"letter, n.1." OED Online, Oxford University Press, March 2019,
www.oed.com/view/Entry/107545. Accessed 31 March 2019.</bibl>
</listBibl>
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