Frankenstein Dialectical Journal

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Peering through the door, I saw a dark room lit by but one candle illuminating my master bent, slaving over what seemed to be a body draped in a pure white veil, while crimson liquid and dead corpses were scattered on the ground. As he moved to grab another butcher knife, I caught a glimpse of this body and the memories of my creation, the most wretched thing, came at me. The “strange multiplicity of sensations seized me” as the darkness of the night contrasted with the light from the candle next to my corpse (Shelley 68). These memories festered within me as well as the disgust of the action to yet be performed, yet I continued gazing towards my master. Step after careful step, I creeped closer to the veil and suddenly the realization dawned on me as a rush of emotions came upon me, he was trying to make a creature just like me. Will he complete this creature or will he just throw it away like he did with my beloved? He promised me one thing that a master ought to give to his creature, “to bestow on me the only benefit that [could] soften my heart” and “deliver into [my] hands a female who would accompany [me] into [my] exile” (Shelley 101).

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