That last page of Dracula. A little epilogue by Jonathan Harker. Four paragraphs.
I was joking, kind of, about the novel as a polyamorist tract. But the first new piece of information we get is that Harker and Mina have a son "whose bundle of names links all our little band together." Huh. So he's everyone's son. Somehow.
The next paragraph brings back the travel-writing theme, which I haven't mentioned before. Transylvania is once again safe for Baedeker. "Every trace of all that had been was blotted out."
Well, almost every trace. Because the third and longest paragraph is all about - I can hardly believe it - the paperwork, the "mass of material," "nothing but a mass of typewriting." Harker worries that there is "hardly one authentic document," no proof of anything.
But sweet old Uncle Van Helsing ends the book with this:
"We want no proofs. We ask none to believe us! This boy will some day know what a brave and gallant woman his mother is. Already he knows her sweetness and loving care. Later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake."
This is where Stoker wants us to stop - back with strong Mina and her courtly knights. Mina's story is important for the future. The whole business with the supernatural monster is important only as a part of that story. Is this a clue to the book's meaning?
Last pages can be dangerous. To the reader pursuing the transgressive Dracula, the epilogue might look like a travesty, maybe a deliberate travesty, a mockery of the real meaning of the book. The subconscious sexual predator in us all, or the fear of the unknown, or whatever it is that makes the novel psychologically effective. Or does Stoker mean it all - the enemy is, or can be, crushed, after which we're all safe and happy.
I have no idea. It's a strange book, not strange in the way I had expected (uncanny weirdness), but slippery, hard to interpret. The ending is just one more puzzle. I'm more comfortable with the straightforward ambiguty of the ending of Frankenstein, which is a culmination of the meaning of the book, not a reversal:
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.