blood for dracula

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold,
Mere anarchy is unleashed upon the world
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere,
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

(The Butler Yeats – Second Coming)

No one knows who will live in this cage in the future, or whether at the end of this tremendous development, entirely new prophets will arise, or there will be a great rebirth of old ideas and ideals, or, if neither, mechanized petrification, embellished with a sort of convulsive self-importance.

For of the fast stage of this cultural development, it might well be truly said:’ “Specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved”

(Max Weber)

The blood of these whores is killing me! I just want my coffin back.

(Count Dracula)

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