B3-7 (3)
124 was spiteful/loud/quiet
the gallop local people felt necessary when they passed 124
Sweet Home was rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes
B10 (2)
Its not evil, just sad
a wave of grief soaked him
B21-22 (3)
the house itself was pitching
leave the place alone….quaking slowed
Denver] slowly, methodically, miserably, she ate it
B56-57 (3)
the closer the roses got to death the louder their scent
Paul D said howdy to everybody
they weren’t holding hands but their shadows were
B60-62
a fully dressed woman walked out of the water etc.
B64-68 (3)
Denver] She’s not sick!
Paul D] B picked up the rocking chair single hande3d
Sethe was licked, tasted, eaten by B’s eyes
B72
gravelly voice and the song that seemed to lie in it
B89
this is where I am
B137
call me my name
B174-179 (4)
when the four horsemen came
she’d gone wild, due to mishandling
Denver took her mothers milk with the blood of her sister
her profile knife-clean…shocked them with its clarity
B236
if I hadn’t killed her, she would have died
B248
I am Beloved and she is mine + stream of consciousness monologue
B267 (2)
put out with themselves at not being prepared for this emergency
he laughs
B281-285 (3)
Beloved] was getting bigger, plumper by the day
Sethe pleaded forgiveness
Denver saw the flesh between her mother’s forefinger and thumb fade
B286
Denver] leave the yard; step off the edge of the world…ask somebody for help
B318-322 (2)
his coming is the reverse of his going
you your best thing Sethe, you are – Me? Me?
B324 (2)
her footprints come and go
it was not a story to pass on
D1 (4)
[Transylvania]
beauty of ever kind - colder and colder still
bewildering mass of fruit blossom - apple, plum, pear, cherry
OS
vast ruined castle from whose tall black windows came no ray of light
D2 (esp p24) (4)
[In the castile]
of bell or knocker there was no sign
cold as ice - more like the hand of a dead then a living man
his face was a strong - a very aquiline….with sharp white teeth
the castle is a veritable prison and i am a prisoner
D3
[Watching Dracula, in the castle]
crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful abyss face down
D5 (3)
[Mina and Lucy]
practicing shorthand very assiduously…I shall…be useful to Jonathan
read your own face…it is not a bad study
pray for my happiness
D8 (2)
[Lucy in Whitby]
full moon, with heavy, black driving clouds…fleeting diorama of light and shade
something long and black bending over a half-reclining white figure
D16 (5)
[Exorcism and killing of Lucy]
the night was dark with occasional gleams of moonlight between…heavy clouds
the sweetness was turned to adamantine heartless cruelty and the purity to voluptuous wantonness
lips were crimson with flesh blood…stained the purity of her lawn death robe
the thing…a hideous blood curdling screech…Arthur never faltered
her face of unequalled sweetness and purity…holy calm
D21 (7)
he came up to the window in the mist…began promising me things
her white nightdress was smeared with blood
terrible resemblance to a child forcing a kitten’s nose into a saucer of milk to compel it to drink
Harker’s ‘night robe was stained with blood’
unclean! unclean!
you are now flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, kin of my kin
you shall do my bidding
