If only there was a good reason! I must not think about this too much, or I may be tempted. A good reason might be all I need to decide. After all, I too may have been born with an exceptional brain.

Renfield thought very clearly. Lunatics always do this within their own particular madness. I wonder how many lives he thinks a man is worth, or if it is only one. He has closed his accounts very precisely. Today he has begun a new record. How many of us start afresh with each day of our lives? To me it seems only yesterday that my whole life ended when my new hope ended. Truly I also have a new start. So it shall be until Death closes my account, and I see if my life was for profit or loss.

Oh, Lucy, Lucy, I cannot be angry with you, nor can I be angry with my friend whose happiness is yours. I must simply carry on on, without hope, and work. Work! Work! If I could have as good a reason as my poor, mad friend there. A good, unselfish cause to make me work, that would be indeed happiness.