Frankenstein

by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit, what I shall soon cease to be—a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others, and abhorrent to myself.

She also might turn with disgust from him to the superior beauty of man; she might quit him, and he be again alone, exasperated by the fresh provocation of being deserted by one of his own species.

bringing the whole “women hate men” energy rn

You are my creator, but I am your master;—obey!”

“Shall each man,” cried he, “find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone? I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn.

“Why do you answer me so roughly?” I replied: “surely it is not the custom of Englishmen to receive strangers so inhospitably.” “I do not know,” said the man, “what the custom of the English may be; but it is the custom of the Irish to hate villains.”

I saw the lifeless form of Henry Clerval stretched before me.

NOT HENRY???

and I devote myself, either in my life or death, to his destruction.”

A gigantic monster, they said, had arrived the night before, armed with a gun and many pistols;

HE HAD A GLOCK????