Франкенштейн
Chapter 9
Someturnintheroad,somenewobjectsuddenlyperceivedandrecognized,remindedmeofdaysgoneby,andwereassociatedwiththelightheartedgaietyofboyhood.Theverywindswhisperedinsoothingaccents,andmaternalNaturebademeweepnomore.Thenagainthekindlyinfluenceceasedtoact—Ifoundmyselffetteredagaintogriefandindulginginallthemiseryofreflection.ThenIspurredonmyanimal,strivingsotoforgettheworld,myfears,andmorethanall,myself—or,inamoredesperatefashion,Ialightedandthrewmyselfonthegrass,weigheddownbyhorroranddespair.
AtlengthIarrivedatthevillageofChamounix.ExhaustionsucceededtotheextremefatiguebothofbodyandofmindwhichIhadendured.ForashortspaceoftimeIremainedatthewindowwatchingthepallidlightningsthatplayedaboveMontBlancandlisteningtotherushingoftheArve,whichpursueditsnoisywaybeneath.Thesamelullingsoundsactedasalullabytomytookeensensations;whenIplacedmyheaduponmypillow,sleepcreptoverme;Ifeltitasitcameandblessedthegiverofoblivion.
