Книга · Frankenstein
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Автор: Mary Shelley
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"But this was a luxury of sensation that could not endure; I
became fatigued with excess of bodily exertion and sank on the
damp grass in the sick impotence of despair. There was none among
the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and
should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I
declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all,
against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this
insupportable misery.
"The sun rose; I heard the voices of men and knew that it was
impossible to return to my retreat during that day. Accordingly I
hid myself in some thick underwood, determining to devote the
ensuing hours to reflection on my situation.
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