I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But

What Terrified Me Will Terrify Others; And I Need Only Describe The Spectre Which Had Haunted My Midnight Pillow.

I Am Very Averse To Bringing Myself Forward In Print, But As My Account Will Only Appear As An Appendage To A Former Production, And As It Will Be Confined To Such Topics As Have Connection With My Authorship Alone, I Can Hardly Accuse Myself Of A Personal Intrusion.

Listen To Me, Frankenstein. You Accuse Me Of Murder; And Yet You Would, With A Satisfied Conscience, Destroy Your Own Creature. Oh, Praise The Eternal Justice Of Man!

I Do Know That For The Sympathy Of One Living Being, I Would Make Peace With All. I Have Love In Me The Likes Of Which You Can Scarcely Imagine And Rage The Likes Of Which You Would Not Believe. If I Cannot Satisfy The One, I Will Indulge The Other.

Oh! Stars And Clouds And Winds, Ye Are All About To Mock Me; If Ye Really Pity Me, Crush Sensation And Memory; Let Me Become As Nought; But If Not, Depart, Depart, And Leave Me In Darkness.