#and censorship by author or their own propriety trimmed that out of the diary entries

[see-arcane]

Wait the actual word fuck existed in Victorian times?

It sure fucking did!

That era got a lot of today's popular swears rolling, it seems.

Fast forward to 5:30 here, and you'll see--surprise!--it was the Victorian English who were more classically foul-mouthed than the Americans of the time. Victorians were using bodily curses (Fuck you!) while Americans were focused on literally profane (Goddamn it!) terms due to what each side considered more taboo. Victorians got their hackles up more over bodily/sexual repression versus Americans who were uptight about religion. Our swears focus on what we're most finicky about and use it for vulgar impact.

...Which is a long way of saying that, historically speaking, and without Stoker's literary muzzling of the dialogue, Quincey Morris would have the canonically least-effective cursing ability out of all his Victorian buddies. I truly believe that even with all the period accurate 'God damn its,' and 'Go to Hells,' our favorite cowboy would not last one blue streak minute with Jonathan's...less than censored thoughts post-October 3rd.

Which is an even longer way of saying I think Jack was being very, very delicate about what all Jonathan actually had to say about the Count after that eventful night.

If not, he'd have to take up another wax cylinder for all the extra colorful words.