Unrequited Love Blog

Watched Bram Stoker’s Dracula tonight.  Thought about the count’s position relative to Jonathon Harker, Mina’s husband.  Count is damned, lost, alone, hungry.  Also seductive, powerful, he shows his power to Mina by taming the wolf and then offers that power to her.  The power of protection, the power of love, the power of seduction or destiny or longing.  Harker in comparison is stable, dependable, boring.  But then while Mina is being wined and dined by the Count, Jonathon is daringly and dangerously escaping the Count’s Castle, climbing on high rock, falling, crawling in mud and cold, all to reach Mina again.  He loves her, too.  He is not as exciting, his appetites are restrained, virtuous – not to be made fun of, these are real strengths.  But the Count’s images of blood and war, raging against a God who has forsaken and betrayed him in his most god-fearing hour, calling on the powers of Darkness to avenge his Countess’ death  – nothing can compare to this depth of bonding, of intimacy.  I wonder who it is I identify with, the Count or Harker?  I hope I am the Count, but fear I am Harker.  All this after a couple of glasses of strong wine.

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