автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus. Illustrated edition
Mary Shelley

Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all humankind sinned against me?

Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone

But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal

It is not pity that you feel; you lament only because the victim of your malignity is withdrawn from your power.

But when I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness

He endeavours to fill me with hope and talks as if life were a possession which he valued.

Learn my miseries and do not seek to increase your own

when I thought that I had prepared only my own death, I hastened that of a far dearer victim.

This suspense is a thousand times worse than the most horrible event;

автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus. Illustrated editionMary Shelley