I shall relate events
that impressed me with feelings which,
from what I had been, have made me what I am.
It’s Alive!!!
I was a poor, helpless, miserable wretch;
I knew, and could distinguish, nothing;
but feeling pain invade me on all sides,
I sat down and wept.
Unfeeling, heartless creator !
You had endowed me with perceptions and passions
and then cast me abroad an object
for the scorn and horror of mankind.
I will work at your destruction,
nor finish until I desolate your heart,
so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.
cursed creator! Why did I live ?
Inflamed by pain,
I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind.
It’s Alive!!!
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1797-1851)
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