"The family, after having been thus occupied for a short time, extinguished their lights, and retired, as I conjectured, to rest.
The monster liked watching the family since it showed him feelings of love, unity, and care- something he never encountered.
pleasure I experienced in watching my human neighbours.
Found happiness watching his neighbors and the tasks they engage in. The closest thing he has to reality and to a family.
but I had hardly placed my foot within the door, before the children shrieked, and one of the women fainted.
His appearance was so revolting to others that it made them extremely scared.
I greedily devoured the remnants of the shepherd's breakfast, which consisted of bread, cheese, milk, and wine; the latter, however, I did not like. Then overcome by fatigue, I lay down among some straw, and fell asleep.
Used the old man’s house to sleep a little and to eat his food.
He turned on hearing a noise; and, perceiving me, shrieked loudly, and, quitting the hut, ran across the fields with a speed of which his debilitated form hardly appeared capable.
The old man was terrified upon seeing the monster and he fled as fast as he could.
I resolved to quit the place that I had hitherto inhabited
Had to leave to a new place to get more food since the food at that place was deceasing. It was hard since he couldn’t have the fire anymore. This shows the obstacles he had to go through.
I found, with pleasure, that the fire gave light as well as heat;
The fire came in handy if heat, sight, and food for the monster.
"One day, when I was oppressed by cold, I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars, and was overcome with delight at the warmth I experienced from it. In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain.
The monster needs to learn everything on his own and he needs to fend for himself too.
I felt light, and hunger, and thirst, and darkness; innumerable sounds rung in my ears, and on all sides various scents saluted me:
The monster went through a lot of obstacles.
I was a poor, helpless, miserable wretch; I knew, and could distinguish, nothing; but, feeling pain invade me on all sides, I sat down and wept.
The monster is going through a lot because he was abandoned by his creator, and now he has to live life and survive on his own. He doesn’t know anything, but he is trying his best. He is sad and crying. This makes the readers feel sorry for the monster.
ate some berries
Ate berries to survive.
I was partly urged by curiosity, and compassion confirmed my resolution.
Victor once again shows that curiosity can lead to a bad thing. Victor has too much curiosity and this leads to negative outcomes.
Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature.
This is a reversal that the monster engages in to show Victor that he isn’t better if he would resort to violence and murder.
not only you and your family, but thousands of others, shall be swallowed up in the whirlwinds of its rage.
The monster is reassuring Victor that if he doesn’t give him what he wants then he will do bad things to a lot of people.
You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures, who owe me nothing?
The monster is manipulating Victor into doing what he wants him to by saying that Victor hates him and abandoned him. He is doing this to gain happiness and to no longer be bad.
I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous."
The monster expresses that due to loneliness and isolation made him a bad person. If he is happy then he will no longer be a monster.
If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends."
The monster is ordering Victor to comply with him and that’s the only way the monster will not kill people. He is threatening Victor after everything he has done.
"Devil!" I exclaimed, "do you dare approach me? and do not you fear the fierce vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head?
Victor is upset that the monster comes to see him, despite of everything he did to Victor’s life. He is outraged.
that it was the wretch whom I had created.
The monster is with Victor now.
Their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds.
The glacier or the beauty of nature helps Victor with his melancholy state of mind; that’s why Frankenstein is considered romantic literature.
The rain depressed me; my old feelings recurred, and I was miserable.
Still feeling depressed and horrible. I can only imagine the guilt Victor is experiencing. It’s not easy to feel responsible of two deaths.
and Elizabeth overjoyed. "My dear cousin," said she, "you see what happiness you diffuse when you are happy; do not relapse again!"
Elizabeth cares for Victor and likes to see him happy.
When at a distance, I alighted, and threw myself on the grass, weighed down by horror and despair.
Victor is facing a lot of emotions and he doesn’t know what to do. He hates the monster for being responsible for two lives and he feels guilty since he was the one who created the monster.
the son of her benefactor and friend, a child whom she had nursed from its birth, and appeared to love as if it had been her own!
How could Justine possibly kill William if she took care of him and loved him?
She was no longer that happy creature, who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake, and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects.
Elizabeth was no longer happy and was in a state of grief and sadness.
My father's health was deeply shaken by the horror of the recent events.
Victor’s father is in deep agony of what has taken place. Everyone is in grief and shock.
avenge the deaths of William and Justine.
Victor wants revenge. He is completely upset and angered.
When I thought of him, I gnashed my teeth, my eyes became inflamed, and I ardently wished to extinguish that life which I had so thoughtlessly bestowed.
Victor hated the monster to a significant amount, so much that he wants to kill the monster.
There was always scope for fear, so long as anything I loved remained behind.
Victor lived in constant fear that the monster will constantly strike against him and his family as revenge for Victor abandoning him.
But I was restrained, when I thought of the heroic and suffering Elizabeth, whom I tenderly loved, and whose existence was bound up in mine. I thought also of my father, and surviving brother:
Victor is considering suicide but the only thing that stops him is Elizabeth, the woman he loves and his family. He doesn’t want to leave them. Also, he doesn’t want to leave them for the monster to hurt them.
despair
This shows the amount of guilt and sadness Victor is facing because he knew that Justine was not at fault, but she still had to pay consequences.
Justine
Justine confessed to the crime of William's death even though she didn't do it. The monster was responsible for William's death, but framed Justine. Victor is facing immense guilt. He is growing through a silent torture inside because he knows an innocent soul was executed wrongfully due to him creating the monster.
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It may be formed out of one emotion, or may be a combination of several; and various feelings, inhering for the writer in particular words or phrases or images, may be added to compose the final result.
Do you believe that a piece of literature should contain emotions?
When using emotions in poetry does it make the poem better?
Does emotions and feelings appeal to a reader's interest in a better way than a poem with little to no emotions?
I believe that what distinguishes a good poem from a bad poem is the feeling I get when reading it. A true poet is not afraid to step out of his comfort zone, and write about something that evokes emotions from the readers. When I read I want to feel the emotion like imagery because if it's not like that, then I consider it dull and boring.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.
Do you believe that we should only pay attention to past writes? Do you believe that all writers are meaningful?
This piece appealed to me because I understand that from going to school we often put writers from the past on a higher scale than new, upcoming writers. Even to this day we often read books, and stories from authors that are no longer living. I believe reading literature from authors that are no longer living is a good way to be a better writer, reader, and a person who analyzes a piece of work. However, even though we may read past works we shouldn't forget about new writers as well because all in all their works are meaningful.