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technoturian · 6 months
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Having now gotten to the end of the book, I gotta ask... How on earth did we get here, where in almost every stinking adaptation of this book for over a century has decided the characters worth trimming down or completely cutting out are the two who actually kill Dracula.
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atundratoadstool · 2 years
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Imagine if you will a complete inversion of a boorish American on St. Patrick’s Day. Imagine an Irishman who aggressively celebrates the Fourth of July with unabashed gusto, who desperately tries to claim the significance of some alleged 1/32 American heritage, who wears a shirt with an eagle turning into an American flag and who drinks a specialty red, white, and blue novelty beverage until he collapses in a pool of tricolor vomit. Imagine some guy so invested in a superficial, touristy version of Americaness that he will nervously call the side with his $20 “authentic” hamburger “freedom fries” out of fear of offending. Imagine a guy who upon meeting any American will try to strike up a friendly conversation by asking them what their favorite gun is and talking about how personally inspiring he finds Abraham Lincoln.
You must understand, as you prepare to read the May 24th entry of this novel, that this Irishman is Bram Stoker.
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friendly-jester · 8 months
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Somehow Re:Dracula has made the polycule even more believable to me then before. I was fully onboard with it last year but this year I'm even more on board with it.
Jonathan and his wife Mina and Mina’s girlfriend Lucy and Lucy’s husband Arthur and their boyfriends Quincey and Jack and Jack’s sugar daddy Van Helsing-
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shoobeedoobop · 11 months
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It's (almost) rootin' tootin' time
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plutodetective · 11 months
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The way “won’t you let this be at my camp fire tomorrow night?” sounded like “won’t you give me one kiss?” in the softness and fondness has me feeling some sort of way about how much Quincey loves the people dear to him.
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theriverpointace · 11 days
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i am very proud of this. i had a lot of fun trying to find references for the clothes that were period-accurate and felt right for the characters. i looked up a height reference. i colored it, which i don't often do.
yeah i'm really proud of this.
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So Lucy said that Quincey normally doesn’t talk in such a slangy way, he was just doing it to amuse her, yet in this letter to Arthur he’s all “we both want to mingle our weeps over the wine-cup” and “be at my camp-fire to-morrow night.” 
Theories about Quincey P. Morris’s way of communicating: a.) He started talking like this to impress Lucy and now can't stop b.) He’s actually more comfortable talking like this and was code-switching to sound more proper for his fancy hosts, but has abandoned this since getting turned down. c.) He’s trying to see if this routine works on other people, like maybe Arthur...?
d.) This is the non-slang way of talking that Lucy considered “well-educated and [indicative of] exquisite manners.”  e.) He gets one consistent way of communicating because Bram Stoker already has a lot of character voices to manage. f.) other
g.) all of the above
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silverparrys · 2 years
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shout out to quincey though, dude was fully out of the loop but he heard van helsing and jack saying lucy needed blood and immediately went "say no more". no context needed just absolutely ready to do anything to help her.
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pop-goes-the-weasel · 7 months
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Quincey-Lucy parallels!
We have seen Lucy put on a cheerful face so as not to trouble Arthur and her mother.
And now we see Quincey try to comfort Arthur by putting up a brave front. Jack believes that he had suffered as much as them, but he admires him as a "moral Viking".
Both Quincey and Lucy became friends in a way.
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captainsparklefingers · 11 months
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I would love to know more about the history shared between Jack, Quincey, and Arthur. There's clearly something there, they're all good friends and their love of Lucy only seems to have strengthened that bond instead of driving a wedge into it, which is nice to see. It'd have been easy to make them jealous or stereotypical jilted suitors but this is much more interesting.
Seriously though, how do a member of the English nobility, a man who runs an asylum, and a cowboy from Texas become friends? And not just friends, the sort of friends with deep history and stories? How the heck did they meet? Did Art introduce them to Lucy? I must know more.
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Meanwhile, at Westenra Manor:
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The P in Quincey P. Morris stands for Pardner.
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atundratoadstool · 1 year
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"Castle in sight — sun setting — time all important at sunset Drac can fly. Makes stand. Quincey to rescue with maxim gun — storm building up — sun setting victors hew top off box. Drac slain — mist melts — storm bursts on castle. Wild whirling figures of women on tower — obliterated by lightning. Quincey dies — as dying points to glow of red sunset hitting on Mina’s face no stain" - from Bram Stoker's Notes for Dracula (Rosenbach #34 verso)
I want everyone to see this one outline of the final battle sequence that was found among Stoker's working notes for the novel, and I want everyone to appreciate that there is some parallel universe in which readers got to hear a description of Dracula's Quincey P. Morris saving the day with an early forerunner to the machine gun before he died.
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your-friend-bram · 6 months
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November 6
Jonathan has had his revenge; Mina is free from the vampire's curse; and Dracula is truly dead... along with Quincey P. Morris.
Goodbye, my cowboy casanova.
-Bram
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shoobeedoobop · 1 year
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I've just been struck by the sudden realization that in a few weeks, Quincey P. Morris will arrive on the scene of re: Dracula in all his rootin' tootin' glory
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plutodetective · 11 months
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Quincey P. Morris would offer me alcoholic drinks, and he would also respect the hell out of it when I told him I don’t drink alcohol, and that’s very sexy of him.
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