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"Abhorred monster! Fiend that thou art! The tortures of hell are

too mild a vengeance for thy crimes. Wretched devil! You reproach

me with your creation, come on, then, that I may extinguish the

spark which I so negligently bestowed."

My rage was without bounds; I sprang on him, impelled by all the

feelings which can arm one being against the existence of

another.

He easily eluded me and said,

"Be calm! I entreat you to hear me before you give vent to your

hatred on my devoted head. Have I not suffered enough, that you

seek to increase my misery? Life, although it may only be an

accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.

Remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself; my height

is superior to thine, my joints more supple. But I will not be

tempted to set myself in opposition to thee. I am thy creature,

and I will be even mild and docile to my natural lord and king if

thou wilt also perform thy part, the which thou owest me. Oh,

Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me

alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection,

is most due. 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. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am

irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a

fiend.