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[ed. I just finished reading Frankenstein, the actual book by Mary Shelly. Quite different than the movies (of course). Did you know the monster was really quite an erudite (self-taught), benevolent and sympathetic character who turned on society only after society turned on him? Maybe. But also how the story is mostly about him stalking and haunting his creator Dr. Frankenstein (who was only in his early 20s at the time) with just one request? To create a partner he could love and who could understand and share in his misery (living in purgatory, between life and death). The doctor (vascillating between admiration and disgust for his creation) initially agreed, but then, feeling the burden of bringing another monster into the world, went back on his word... to his everlasting misfortune. Which is to say, the Bride in this version was a Hollywood creation, not Shelly's.]
[ed. I just finished reading Frankenstein, the actual book by Mary Shelly. Quite different than the movies (of course). Did you know the monster was really quite an erudite (self-taught), benevolent and sympathetic character who turned on society only after society turned on him? Maybe. But also how the story is mostly about him stalking and haunting his creator Dr. Frankenstein (who was only in his early 20s at the time) with just one request? To create a partner he could love and who could understand and share in his misery (living in purgatory, between life and death). The doctor (vascillating between admiration and disgust for his creation) initially agreed, but then, feeling the burden of bringing another monster into the world, went back on his word... to his everlasting misfortune. Which is to say, the Bride in this version was a Hollywood creation, not Shelly's.]
"My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor; and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal. I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being, and become linked to the chain of existence and events to which I am now excluded."
"I was moved. I shuddered when I thought of the possible consequences of my consent; but I felt that there was some justice in his argument. His tale, and the feelings he now expressed, proved him to be a creature of fine sensations; and did I not, as his maker, owe him all the portion of happiness that it was in my power to bestow?"
