One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought, for the dominion I should acquire and transmit over the elemental foes of our race. (Letter 4.21)
Uh-gracious. It's never a decent sign when you begin telling your sister that it's not a major ordeal in the event that somebody kicks the bucket, the length of you satisfy your experimental objective. Walton is around over two stages far from full-on distraught researcher, here.
The innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards me. (1.6)
At the point when Victor discusses his
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In light of how most infants respond to being conceived, we'd say she may be onto something.
When night came again I found, with pleasure, that the fire gave light as well as heat and that the discovery of this element was useful to me in my food, for I found some of the offals that the travellers had left had been roasted, and tasted much more savoury than the berries I gathered from the trees. I tried, therefore, to dress my food in the same manner, placing it on the live embers. I found that the berries were spoiled by this operation, and the nuts and roots much improved. (11.7)
The creature is somewhat (alright, huge) researcher: like Frankenstein, he's attempting to comprehend presence by experimentation. Fortunately, his "blunders" are more like, "uh oh, I blazed my berries" than, "uh oh, I made a
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This is not a conception story any child needs to peruse. The creature discovered Frankenstein's journal and adapted direct exactly the amount of his maker loathes him. What sort of life would you be able to have in the event that you realize that your parent(s) wish you'd never been conceived?
Sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathizing with my feelings and cheering my gloom; their angelic countenances breathed smiles of consolation. But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone. I remembered Adam's supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him. (15.11)
The beast might have taken in a great deal about making fire, yet all he thinks about human culture he's gotten from books. This is somewhat like watching a cluster of lighthearted comedies and afterward being miserable on the grounds that you continue going by that charming pastry shop without running into a quirkily cute young lady.
"I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind?"