A short excerpt from Mary Shelly's Frankenstein, bring the magnitude of the moment to the character. Animated - punctual - articulate - English - professional.
English (North American)
Middle Aged (35-54)
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Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft. Shelley excerpt from Chapter five. It was on a dreary night of november that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning, the rain patterned dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half exhausted light I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch, whom, with such infinite pains and care I had endeavored to form. His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful, beautiful, great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of illustrious, black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness, but these luxurious is only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same color as the dun white sockets in which they were set. His shriveled complexion and straight black lips. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear one hand was stretched out seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhibited where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demonic corpse to which I had so miserably given life. Oh, no mortal could support the horror of that continence. A mummy again! End! Dude, with animation could not be so hideous as that reg. I had gazed on him while unfinished. He was ugly then. But when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived. I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse would be so quickly and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery and others. I nearly sank to the ground through langer and extreme weakness.