Франкенштейн
Walton, in continuation
Butnowthatvirtuehasbecometomeashadow,andthathappinessandaffectionareturnedintobitterandloathingdespair,inwhatshouldIseekforsympathy?Iamcontenttosufferalonewhilemysufferingsshallendure;whenIdie,Iamwellsatisfiedthatabhorrenceandopprobriumshouldloadmymemory.Oncemyfancywassoothedwithdreamsofvirtue,offame,andofenjoyment.OnceIfalselyhopedtomeetwithbeingswho,pardoningmyoutwardform,wouldlovemefortheexcellentqualitieswhichIwascapableofunfolding.Iwasnourishedwithhighthoughtsofhonouranddevotion.Butnowcrimehasdegradedmebeneaththemeanestanimal.Noguilt,nomischief,nomalignity,nomisery,canbefoundcomparabletomine.WhenIrunoverthefrightfulcatalogueofmysins,IcannotbelievethatIamthesamecreaturewhosethoughtswereoncefilledwithsublimeandtranscendentvisionsofthebeautyandthemajestyofgoodness.Butitisevenso;thefallenangelbecomesamalignantdevil.YeteventhatenemyofGodandmanhadfriendsandassociatesinhisdesolation;Iamalone.
"You,whocallFrankensteinyourfriend,seemtohaveaknowledgeofmycrimesandhismisfortunes.ButinthedetailwhichhegaveyouofthemhecouldnotsumupthehoursandmonthsofmiserywhichIenduredwastinginimpotentpassions.ForwhileIdestroyedhishopes,Ididnotsatisfymyowndesires.Theywereforeverardentandcraving;stillIdesiredloveandfellowship,andIwasstillspurned.
