They desired, therefore, that I should engage with a solemn promise, that if the vessel should be freed, I would instantly direct my course southward.
I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
He may be innocent of the murder, but he has certainly a bad conscience.
God in pity made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid from its very resemblance.
What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery? We are not formed for enjoyment; and, however we may be attuned to the reception of pleasureable emotion, disappointment is the never-failing pilot of our life’s bark, and ruthlessly carries us on to the shoals.
Like the archangel who aspired to omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell.
I have consented to return, if we are not destroyed. Thus are my hopes blasted by cowardice and indecision; I come back ignorant and disappointed. It requires more philosophy than I possess, to bear this injustice with patience.
You may give up your purpose; but mine is assigned to me by heaven, and I dare not.
But I journey towards England, and I may there find consolation.
Must I then lose this admirable being? I have longed for a friend; I have sought one who would sympathise with and love me. Behold, on these desert seas I have found such a one; but I fear I have gained him only to know his value and lose him. I would reconcile him to life, but he repulses the idea.
I could not consent to the death of any human being; but certainly I should have thought such a creature unfit to remain in the society of men.
Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
I am thy creature, and I will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king, if thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me.
The monster continued to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches.
But revenge kept me alive; I dared not die and leave my adversary in being.
But liberty had been a useless gift to me had I not, as I awakened to reason, at the same time awakened to revenge.
After the murder of Clerval, I returned to Switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror: I abhorred myself.
The wretch saw me destroy the creature on whose future existence he depended for happiness, and, with.
Begone! I do break my promise; never will I create another like yourself, equal in deformity and wickedness.
Despondency rarely visited my heart; a high destiny seemed to bear me on, until I fell, never never again to rise.