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Frankenstein's Creation Horror

Frankenstein creates his creature on a stormy November night. After months of labor, he sees the creature's yellow eyes open and its limbs move. However, upon seeing its hideous appearance, with yellow skin barely covering its muscles and black lips, Frankenstein is filled with horror and disgust by his creation. Unable to sleep, he has nightmares of the creature finding him and speaking inarticulate sounds. He flees from his house in a state of great agitation over having given life to this demonic monster.

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Frankenstein's Creation Horror

Frankenstein creates his creature on a stormy November night. After months of labor, he sees the creature's yellow eyes open and its limbs move. However, upon seeing its hideous appearance, with yellow skin barely covering its muscles and black lips, Frankenstein is filled with horror and disgust by his creation. Unable to sleep, he has nightmares of the creature finding him and speaking inarticulate sounds. He flees from his house in a state of great agitation over having given life to this demonic monster.

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Frankenstein – Volume 1 Chapter 4

by Mary Shelley

It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of conclusion/success


labour/hard
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
pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, drummed/tapped
by the glimmer of the half-extinguished 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 define / describe
wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured 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 a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly
whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his
watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in
which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

[…] I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing
life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I
passion/fervour/
had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had enthusiasm
finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust
filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I
rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bed-chamber,
unable to compose my mind to sleep.
At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I exhaustion / fatigue
chaos /commotion
threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of
forgetfulness. But it was in vain; I slept, indeed, but I was disturbed by the
wildest dreams. […] I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my
forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the
dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window
shutters, I beheld the wretch --the miserable monster whom I had created. He
held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were
fixed on me. 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 inhabited, where I remained during
the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening distress / nervousness
attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the
approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life.

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