I cannot understand it.

What possible affinity there can be between myself and that disgusting little snob passes my comprehension.

I assure you, my dear Mac, the knowledge that I was a ghoul, or a vampire, would cause me less nausea than the reflection that I am one and the same with that odious little Whitechapel bounder.

When I think of him every nerve in my body--' "'Don't think about him any more,' I interrupted, perceiving his strongly- suppressed emotion.

'You didn't come here to talk about him, I'm sure.
Let us dismiss him.' "'Well,' he replied, 'in a certain roundabout way it is slightly connected with him.