"So you don't care about life and you don't want... "So you don't care about life and you don't want soulsWhy not?" I put my question quickly and somewhat sternly, on purpose to disconcert him
The effort succeeded, for an instant he unconsciously relapsed into his old servile manner, bent low before me, and actually fawned upon me as he replied"I don't want any souls, indeed, indeed! I don'tI couldn't use them if I had themThey would be no manner of use to meI couldn't eat them or…"
He suddenly stopped and the old cunning look spread over his face, like a wind sweep on the surface of the water
"And doctor, as to life, what is it after all? When you've got all you require, and you know that you will never want, that is allI have friends, good friends, like you, Dr This was said with a leer of inexpressible cunning"I know that I shall never lack the means of life!"
I think that through the cloudiness of his insanity he saw some antagonism in me, for he at once fell back on the last refuge of such as he, a dogged silenceAfter a short time I saw that for the present it was useless to speak to himHe was sulky, and so I came away
Later in the day he sent for meOrdinarily I would not have come without special reason, but just at present I am so interested in him that I would gladly make an effortBesides, I am glad to have anything to help pass the timeHarker is out, following up clues, and so are Lord Godalming and QuinceyVan Helsing sits in my study poring over the record prepared by the HarkersHe seems to think that by accurate knowledge of all details he will light up on some clueHe does not wish to be disturbed in the work, without causeI would have taken him with me to see the patient, only I thought that after his last repulse he might not care to go againThere was also another reasonRenfield might not speak so freely before a third person as when he and I were alone
I found him sitting in the middle of the floor on his stool, a pose which is generally indicative of some mental energy on his partWhen I came in, he said at once, as though the question had been waiting on his lips"What about souls?"
It was evident then that my surmise had been correctUnconscious cerebration was doing its work, even with the lunaticI determined to have the matter out
"What about them yourself?" I asked
He did not reply for a moment but looked all around him, and up and down, as though he expected to find some inspiration for an answer
"I don't want any souls!" he said in a feeble, apologetic wayThe matter seemed preying on his mind, and so I determined to use it, to "be cruel only to be kind So I said, "You like life, and you want life?"
"Oh yes! But that is all rightYou needn't worry about that!"
"But," I asked, "how are we to get the life without getting the soul also?"
This seemed to puzzle him, so I followed it up, "A nice time you'll have some time when you're flying out here, with the souls of thousands of flies and spiders and birds and cats buzzing and twittering and moaning all around youYou've got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!"
Something seemed to affect his imagination, for he put his fingers to his ears and shut his eyes, screwing them up tightly just as a small boy does when his face is being soapedThere was something pathetic in it that touched meIt also gave me a lesson, for it seemed that before me was a child, only a child, though the features were worn, and the stubble on the jaws was whiteIt was evident that he was undergoing some process of mental disturbance, and knowing how his past moods had interpreted things seemingly foreign to himself, I thought I would enter into his mind as well as I could and go with him
The first step was to restore confidence, so I asked him, speaking pretty loud so that he would hear me through his closed ears, "Would you like some sugar to get your flies around again?"
He seemed to wake up all at once, and shook his headWith a laugh he replied, "Not much! Flies are poor things, after all!" After a pause he added, "But I don't want their souls buzzing round me, all the
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