1:06:09
Though the ship was
"blessedl"y "free of rats..."
1:06:12
...a strange plague nonetheless
struck its passengers.
1:06:17
Claudia and I alone seemed immune.
1:06:21
We kept to ourselves...
1:06:23
"...pondering the m"y"ster"y "of each other."
1:06:29
We reached the Mediterranean.
1:06:30
I wanted those waters to be bIue...
but they were bIack...
1:06:34
"...night"-"time waters."
1:06:36
And how I suffered then...
1:06:38
...straining to recall the color
"that in m"y y"outh I took for granted."
1:06:48
We searched village after village...
1:06:51
...ruin after ruin...
1:06:52
"...countr"y "after countr"y.
1:06:54
"And alwa"y"s we found nothing."
1:06:58
I began to beIieve we were the onIy ones.
1:07:03
There was a strange
comfort in that thought.
1:07:06
For what couId the damned reaIIy
have to say to the damned?
1:07:12
You found nothing?
1:07:13
Peasant rumors...
1:07:15
...superstitions about garIic...
1:07:17
...crosses...
1:07:18
...the oId stake in the heart.
1:07:21
But one of our kind?
1:07:23
Not a whisper.
1:07:27
There are no vampires in TransyIvania?
No Count DracuIa?
1:07:31
Fictions, my friend.
1:07:32
The vuIgar fictions of a demented Irishman.
1:07:36
Paris...
1:07:37
...September, 1870.
1:07:40
"The cit"y "I'd alwa"y"s dreamed of."
1:07:43
I was Creole, after all,
and Paris was the mother of New Orleans.
1:07:47
A universe whole and entire unto herself.