Frankenstein is, in my opinion a story about a scientist who makes a being who possesses more soul than its creator. The scene in which the creation of young Victor stands by Victors beside, while startling understandably, gives you compassion over this poor being. The scene where he says. His jaws opened, and her muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks... one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me....”This suggests a yearning for contact with the outside world.
---What I really consider disturbing is the egotistical manner in which Victor operates himself. He wallows in his own tragedy. He is more interested in his own wretchedness than the fate of his beleaguered family or even this abusive environment his creation faces. He brings his sorrow upon himself, but yet at every opportunity is contemplates the abortion of his creation, even though he constantly ignores him, when he yearns for his love.
---I wonder whether the villagers find the creature so terrible because is so deformed, or because his appearance suggests a life so malevolent that they cannot fathom to imagine it. He is constantly attacked with no real cause. I ponder this because if he were truly so fearsome, why would one engage him face to face. Perhaps they believe that his presence is pure evil and a danger automatically. Or maybe it’s because his appearance is so different from theirs. People are never very welcome to the outcasts of society.
---Another thing so appealing was Walton's admiration of Victor. For a man so lonely that he finds companionship in the demented individual, he still has no real remorse for the creature himself, whom he can actually relate to. He spends the vast majority of his letters declaring his yearning for companionship yet he condemns Frankenstein's monster for his actions, even going so low as declaring him a "hypocritical fiend." I ponder though, who is the real hypocritical fiend ?
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