“A virtuous wife complains of her husband’s lethargy, until finally [he] confesses that a recently deceased male friend has been returning from the grave to ‘suck from my veins the streaming life,/ And drain the fountain of my heart.’”
Stumbled upon a brilliant literary theory book in my wanderings, The Living Dead: A Study of the Vampire in Romantic Literature by James B. Twitchell. It made the English literature scholar in me sing. Somehow when I read Romantic Gothic lit. theory and listen to Italian Baroque opera, quasi-Elizabethan vampires covered in Christian iconography come out. Oh dear.