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“My labors would soon end, and I believed that exercise and amusement would then drive anday incipient disease; and I promised myself both of these when my creation should be complete” (43).
He has become so enraptured with his work that he puts all of his energy into his research. This shows the dedication and incentive that he had towards reanimating the dead. The story was fulfilled by his tireless effort.
It is not uncommon for people who are passionate and driven to put their work before all else, they often tell themselves that they will be rewarded by their efforts, and that they can recover when their workload is gone. Sometimes it might take a toll on their health, or other times they might bring life to an abominable flesh doll. Whichever comes first.
He has become so enraptured with his work that he puts all of his energy into his research. This shows the dedication and incentive that he had towards reanimating the dead. The story was fulfilled by his tireless effort.
It is not uncommon for people who are passionate and driven to put their work before all else, they often tell themselves that they will be rewarded by their efforts, and that they can recover when their workload is gone. Sometimes it might take a toll on their health, or other times they might bring life to an abominable flesh doll. Whichever comes first.
:Themes:
-Birth and Creation: Victor makes the unethical choice to reanimate the dead. He obtains the means of creation that only the likes of God ever understood.
-Alienation: Monsters aren't born, they are created. Even though the monster was stitched together, his environment and lack of relationships is what drove him to murder
-Dangerous knowledge: His story serves as a lesson that sometimes knowledge isn't worth the risk
-Birth and Creation: Victor makes the unethical choice to reanimate the dead. He obtains the means of creation that only the likes of God ever understood.
-Alienation: Monsters aren't born, they are created. Even though the monster was stitched together, his environment and lack of relationships is what drove him to murder
-Dangerous knowledge: His story serves as a lesson that sometimes knowledge isn't worth the risk
Overview: The monster was the victim
I never asked to be born, Dad!
Children often quarrel with their parents, though hopefully not as violently as Victor and his monster. Victor was spellbound by his occupation, toiling tirelessly in his endeavors of necromancy, he swore he would not rest until he succeeded, but it seems he did not plan far enough ahead. The creature is only moments old and is left to fend for himself in a world not meant for him. He commits murder over and over again, all because he resents his creator. Many would argue that the monster is inherently evil, an abomination of the natural order that kills to satisfy his bloodlust. But one may argue he is the product of his environment, where a neglectful God is to blame.
The creature was left alone since birth, and left without a name; often referred to as “daemon”, “monster”, or some other beastly title. “‘But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing” (109). He fended for himself in the wilderness, gathering food, and observing the local humans from a hiding place. Each time he tries to form bonds with others, he is met with hostility.
His only relationship with another human is with Victor, who fled from him in moments of his birth. Because he has no other relationships, the creature later tries to reason with Victor, who curses him. To which he says “‘I expected this reception,’ said the daemon. ‘All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us” (86). He has no one in the world, so he pleads with his creator to create a female to keep him company. Victor breaks his promise, which only serves to grow the creature’s malice.
Though the creature commits many heinous crimes, his reasoning is to hurt Victor, but when all was said and done he admits “‘My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine”’ (203). He did not enjoy the cries of his victims, he reflects on his actions on Victor’s deathbed.
Although he was neglected from the start, he still had a love for his God and vowed to end his reign of terror by committing himself to flames. Although the world was against him from the start, he attempted to integrate and show the world he was just like any of them, an intelligent and kindhearted human being.
Frankenstein was irresponsible from the start, neglecting his health in the pursuit of an unethical study, playing the role of God; A feat many would consider a crime against nature. He essentially gave birth to an infant and left it to the world’s harshness. This child had an untraditional birth, a face not even a father could love, and was starved of the milk of human kindness.
Children often quarrel with their parents, though hopefully not as violently as Victor and his monster. Victor was spellbound by his occupation, toiling tirelessly in his endeavors of necromancy, he swore he would not rest until he succeeded, but it seems he did not plan far enough ahead. The creature is only moments old and is left to fend for himself in a world not meant for him. He commits murder over and over again, all because he resents his creator. Many would argue that the monster is inherently evil, an abomination of the natural order that kills to satisfy his bloodlust. But one may argue he is the product of his environment, where a neglectful God is to blame.
The creature was left alone since birth, and left without a name; often referred to as “daemon”, “monster”, or some other beastly title. “‘But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing” (109). He fended for himself in the wilderness, gathering food, and observing the local humans from a hiding place. Each time he tries to form bonds with others, he is met with hostility.
His only relationship with another human is with Victor, who fled from him in moments of his birth. Because he has no other relationships, the creature later tries to reason with Victor, who curses him. To which he says “‘I expected this reception,’ said the daemon. ‘All men hate the wretched; how, then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us” (86). He has no one in the world, so he pleads with his creator to create a female to keep him company. Victor breaks his promise, which only serves to grow the creature’s malice.
Though the creature commits many heinous crimes, his reasoning is to hurt Victor, but when all was said and done he admits “‘My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine”’ (203). He did not enjoy the cries of his victims, he reflects on his actions on Victor’s deathbed.
Although he was neglected from the start, he still had a love for his God and vowed to end his reign of terror by committing himself to flames. Although the world was against him from the start, he attempted to integrate and show the world he was just like any of them, an intelligent and kindhearted human being.
Frankenstein was irresponsible from the start, neglecting his health in the pursuit of an unethical study, playing the role of God; A feat many would consider a crime against nature. He essentially gave birth to an infant and left it to the world’s harshness. This child had an untraditional birth, a face not even a father could love, and was starved of the milk of human kindness.