Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!
You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
Everything in this affair is strange, my friend, but take my word for it, the strangeness you know about is nothing to the strangeness that awaits you. (The Mystery of the Yellow Room)
