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Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous."

"Begone! I will not hear you. There can be no community between

you and me; we are enemies. Begone, or let us try our strength in

a fight, in which one must fall."

"How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a

favourable eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and

compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul

glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably

alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from

your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing? They spurn and hate

me. The desert mountains and dreary glaciers are my refuge. I

have wandered here many days; the caves of ice, which I only do

not fear, are a dwelling to me, and the only one which man does

not grudge. These bleak skies I hail, for they are kinder to me

than your fellow beings. If the multitude of mankind knew of my

existence, they would do as you do, and arm themselves for my

destruction. Shall I not then hate them who abhor me? I will keep

no terms with my enemies. I am miserable, and they shall share my

wretchedness.