Frankenstein Ch.17 Page 2
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You are in the wrong, replied the fiend. And instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you. I am malicious! Because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You? My creator would tear me to pieces and triumph. Remember that? And tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me. You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice riffs and destroy my frame the work of your own hands shall I respect man when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury, I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude and his acceptance. But that cannot be. The human senses are insurmountable barriers of our union. Yet mine shall not be the submissive of abject slavery. I will revenge my injuries if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you, my arch enemy. Because my creator do! I swear in extinguish double hatred. Have a care I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth! A friend! His rage animated him as he said this. His face was wrinkled into contortions, too horrible for human eyes to behold. But presently he calmed himself, proceeded. I intend to reason this passion is detrimental to me, where you do not reflect that you are the cause of its excess. If any being felt emotions of malevolence towards me, I should return them 100 and 100 fold for that one, creatures sake, I would make peace with the whole kind. But I now indulge in dreams of bliss that cannot be realized. What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate, a demand of creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself. The gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. It is true. We shall be monsters cut off from the world. But on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel. Oh, my creator make me happy. Let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit. Let me see that I excite the sympathy of some existing thing. Do not deny me my request. I was moved. I shuddered when I thought of the possible consequence of my consent. But I felt that there was some justice in his argument, his tales, and the feelings he now express proved him to be a creature of fine sensation. And did I not as his maker? Oh! Him! All the portion of happiness that it was my power to bestow he saw my change of feeling, and continued. If you consent, neither you nor any human shall ever see us again, I will go to the vast wilds of South America. My food is not that of man. I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to glut. My appetite, acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment. My companion will be of the same nature as myself, and we will be content with the same fair. We shall make our bed of dried leaves. The sun will shine on us as man, and well ripe in our food. The picture I present to you is peaceful and human, and you must feel that you could deny it only in the wantonness of power and cruelty, pitiless as you have been towards me. I now see compassion in your eyes. Let me seize the favorable moment and persuade you to promise, Would I so ardently desire? Yeah. Mhm. Mhm.