Humanities HW
" Yet my heart overflowed with kindness, and the love of virtue. I had begun life with benevolent intentions, and thirsted for the moment when I should put them in practice and make myself useful to my fellow beings. Now all was blasted: instead of that serenity of conscience which allowed me to look back upon the past with self-satisfaction, and from thence to gather promise of new hopes, I was seized by remorse and the sense of guilt, which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures, such as no language can describe.
This state of mind preyed upon my health, which had perhaps never recovered from the first shock it had sustained. I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude."
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein
mmm... Romantic Literature.
This state of mind preyed upon my health, which had perhaps never recovered from the first shock it had sustained. I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude."
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein
mmm... Romantic Literature.