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The past appeared to me in the light of a frightful dream; yet the vessel in which I was, the wind that blew me from the detested shore of Ireland, and the sea which surrounded me, told me too forcibly that I was deceived by no vision, and that Clerval, my friend and dearest companion, had fallen a victim to me and the monster of my creation. I repassed, in my memory, my whole life; my quiet happiness while residing with my family in Geneva, the death of my mother, and my departure for Ingolstadt. I remembered, shuddering, the mad enthusiasm that hurried me on to the creation of my hideous enemy, and I called to mind the night in which he first lived. I was unable to pursue the train of thought; a thousand feelings pressed upon me, and I wept bitterly 去书内
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    The past loomed before me like a terrifying dream; yet the ship beneath me, the wind carrying me from Ireland's hated shores, and the surrounding sea all too starkly reminded me this was no illusion. Clerval—my friend, my dearest companion—had fallen victim to me and the monster I’d created. In memory, I relived my entire life: the quiet joy with my family in Geneva, my mother’s death, my departure for Ingolstadt. With a shudder, I recalled the mad fervor that drove me to create my hideous foe, and the night he first drew breath. I could not follow that train of thought; a thousand emotions overwhelmed me, and I wept uncontrollably. Ever since my recovery from...

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