Frankenstein, or the modern Prometheus
av Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
"I had feelings of affection, and
they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! you may hate, but
beware! your hours will pass in drear and misery, and soon the bolt
will fall which must ravish from you your happiness forever. Are you
to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You
can blast my other passions, but revenge remains- revenge, henceforth
dearer than light or food! I may die; but first you, my tyrant and
tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware; for
I am fearless, and therefor powerful. I will watch you with the
wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall
repent of the injuries you inflict." -Frankenstein chapter 20
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