BOOKBROODER, Oct 7, 20__
TO Mr. Frankenstein,
“Oh, Frankenstein! Generous and self-devoted being! What does it avail that I now ask thee to pardon me.”
FRANKENSTEIN
Dear Frankenstein!
When your monster said these lines in the last, I asked myself also why did you behold the accomplishment of your toil on that dreary night of November.
Yes! He repented! But your creation did not remorse before he had urged his diabolical vengeance to such an extremity.
What a wonderful man you were, Frankenstein! So ambitious, sharp and determined. How wonderfully you created, one day, such an animated creature from lifeless matter. You became the creator that day! What had been the study and desire of the wisest men since the creation of the world was now within your grasp. You perfectly knew then that the real elixir of life was chimera! You felt exquisite pleasure dwelling on the recollection of…
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