The monster saw my determination in my face, and gnashed his teeth in the impotence of anger. “Shall each man,” cried he, “find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone? I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! you may hate; but beware! your hours will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which must ravish from you your happiness for ever. Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions; but revenge remains–revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die; but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.”
“Devil, cease; and do not poison the air with these sounds of malice. I have declared my resolution to you, and I am no coward to bend beneath words. Leave me; I am inexorable.”
“It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.”
Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
As much as I’ve tried…and really wanted to, I’ve never understood Victor Frankenstein. Such a tragic man who is as lost and witless as he is brilliant. I had hoped that he would find a shred of compassion for his creature and attempt to right his wrongs. The first time I read Frankenstein, I would sit in my room, curled up in my bean bag and know…just know…that in a page or two Victor would rise to the occasion and become the hero that I knew he was. In my limited experience with this grown up genre, I failed to understand that a man could be so irreversibly fallible. So I hoped and held on to my belief that in the end…the day would be saved. I was mortified when Victor broke his promise to produce a mate for his creature..so upset I had to put the book down and walk away. Any 11 year old knows bad bad things happen when you break a promise…and not only did Victor break it…he made sure the creature knew his intentions. I knew then. Chapter 20. There isn’t always a hero. Victor was incapable of saving anyone…his creature, his loved ones, himself. I knew when the creature said he’d be with Victor on his wedding day…he would be. If I knew…why didn’t Victor? Why did he still marry? Why did he leave her to go to her room alone? Why was he checking the hallways instead of protecting his wife? I’ve never been able to come to terms with Victor’s failings…nor have I ever recovered that innocent illusion of a classic hero.
Great God! why did I not then expire! Why am I here to relate the destruction of the best hope and the purest creature of earth? She was there, lifeless and inanimate, thrown across the bed, her head hanging down, and her pale and distorted features half covered by her hair. Everywhere I turn I see the same figure–her bloodless arms and relaxed form flung by the murderer on its bridal bier. Could I behold this and live? Alas! life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
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Del May Improvisation pose