“
first impulses, which had suggested to me the duty of obeying the dying request of my friend, in destroying his enemy, were now suspended by a mixture of curiosity and compassion. I approached this tremendous being; I dared not again raise my eyes to his face, there was something so scaring and unearthly in his ugliness. I attempted to speak, but the words died away on my lips. The monster continued to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches. At length I gathered resolution to address him in a pause of the tempest of his passion: "Your repentance," I said, "is now superfluous. If you had listened to the voice of conscience, and heeded the stings of remorse, before you had urged your diabolical vengeance to this extremity, Frankenstein would yet have lived. 去书内
”

  • 用户718849 用户718849

    This confrontation throbs with moral ambiguity and shattered humanity. The creature’s “suffocated voice” and “wild self-reproaches” reveal raw remorse, yet Walton’s “curiosity and compassion” war with Frankenstein’s dying wish to “destroy his enemy.” The stark rebuke—“repentance is superfluous”—condemns his belated grief, but his “ugliness” and “unearthly” form remain a visceral reminder of Frankenstein’s sin. The clash between “duty” and pity mirrors the novel’s core question: can we separate the monster from the man who made him? His incoherent sorrow, stripped of villainy, lays bare a tragic truth: vengeance, once unchained, devours both perpetrator and victim, leaving only hollow regret in its wake.

    2025-06-08 喜欢(0) 回复(0)

相关话题

收藏了本书的圈子