‘And what was I? Of my creation and my creator I was absolutely ignorant … 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 … I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome. I was not even of the same nature as man … When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a Monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned? I cannot describe the agony that
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