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"Oh, it is not thus--not thus," interrupted the being; "yet such must be the impression conveyed to you by what appears to be the purport of my actions. Yet I seek not a fellow-feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow and that happiness and affection are turned into bitter and loathing despair, in what should I seek for sympathy? I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure: when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory. Once my fancy was soothed with dreams of virtue, of fame, and of enjoyment. Once I falsely hoped to meet with beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding. I was nourished with high thoughts of honour and devotion. But now crime has degraded me beneath the meanest animal. No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparable to mine. When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone 去书内
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    This monologue is a searing plea for humanity, as the creature dissects his fall from “sublime visions” of goodness to self-proclaimed “malignity.” His rejection of “fellow-feeling” masks a raw longing once fueled by “love of virtue,” now curdled into “bitter despair” by relentless rejection. Phrases like “degraded beneath the meanest animal” and “fallen angel” evoke biblical tragedy, yet his insistence on solitude—“I am alone”—stabs at the core of his torture: a soul starved of connection, reduced to “abhorrence” as his only legacy. The paradox of his “excellent qualities” buried under “crime” lays bare Frankenstein’s sin: the monster’s “malignity” is the echo of a world that refused to see him as anything but a thing. In his fractured eloquence, he condemns not just himself, but the cruelty of a society that turned potential into monstrosity—a lament that blurs the line between villainy and victimhood, leaving only the howl of a being who was never allowed to be human.

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