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After breakfast I did a little exploring in the castle. I went out on the stairs, and found a room looking towards the South.

The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was every opportunity of seeing it. The castle is on the very edge of a terrific precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further. Doors, doors, doors everywere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

- from Chapter 2 of Dracula, by Bram Stoker

its a great novel, and can be found - unabridged - online: here where you can also find a tonne of literature from a myriad of authors. i found a great book shop yesterday; ‘Voltaire & Rousseau’ can be found off Gibson Street, (Glasgow - map) look for the four hanging pairs of converse trainers… and the students. i found a beautifully bound 1906 collection of Wordsworths’ works: £1.25, spare change left for a midnight baked potato and tuna.