Frankenstein

by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.

you reproach me with your creation; come on, then, that I may extinguish the spark which I so negligently bestowed.’

Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.

Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit! Let me see that I excite the sympathy of some existing thing; do not deny me my request!’