A 1-4

Chapter 1

...it may be imagined that while during every

single hour of my infant life I received a lesson of

patience, of charity, and of self-control, I was so

guided by a silken card that all secured but one

train of enjoyment to me.

Chapter 2 Natural philosophy is the genius that has regulated my

fate; I desire, therefore, in this narration, to state those facts which

led to my predilection for that science.

Chapter 3

A man would make but a very sorry chemist if he

attended to that department of human knowledge alone.

Chapter 4
If the study to which you apply yourself has a

tendency to weaken your affections and to

destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in

which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study

is certainly unlawful, that is to say, and befitting

the human mind.

A 5-9

Chapter 5
His hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a

pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a

more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed

almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in

which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight

black lips.

Chapter 6
Hence there is less distinction between the several

classes of its inhabitants; and the lower orders,

being neither so poor nor so despised, their

manners are more refined and moral.

Chapter 7
Enter the house of mourning, my friend, but with

kindness and affection for those who love you,

and not with hatred for your enemies.

Chapter 8
Elizabeth also wept and was unhappy, but hers

also was the misery of innocence, which, like a

cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while

hides but cannot tarnish its brightness.

Chapter 9
Sometimes I could cope with the sullen despair

that overwhelmes me but sometimes the

whirlwind passions of my soul drove me to seek,

by bodily exercise and by change of place, some

relief from my intolerable sensations.

A 10-14

Chapter 10
He approached; his countenance bespoke bitter

anguish, combined with disdain and malignity,

while its unearthly ugliness rendered it almost

too horrible for human eyes.

Chapter 11
Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own

made, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds which broke

from me frightened me into silence again.

Chapter 12
I perceived that the words they spoke sometimes

produced pleasure or pain, smiles or sadness, in

the minds and countenances of the hearers. This

was indeed a godlike science, and I ardently

desired to become acquainted with it.

Chapter 13
And what was I? Of my creation and creator. I was

absolutely ignorant; but I knew that I possessed no

money, no friends, no kind of property. I was besides

endued with a figure hideously deformed and

loathsome, I was not even of some nature as man.

Chapter 14
Before I depart I will give them to you; they will

prove the truth of my tale; but at present, as the

sun is already far declined, I shall only have time

to repeat the substance of them to you.

A 15-19

Chapter 15
I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books. They

produced in me an infinity of new images and feelings, that

sometimes raised me to ecstasy, but more frequently sunk

me into the lowest dejection.













































Chapter 16
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead,





revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I





allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and





deformity, dared to be happy.













































Chapter 17







You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the













interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.
























































































































































































































































































































































































































































Chapter 18 I could only think of the bourne of my travels and





























the work which was to occupy me whilst they endured.


























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Chapter 19
I now also began to collect the materials necessary for my new





























































creation, and this was to me like the torture of single drops of





























































water continually falling on the head.

A 20-24

Chapter 20
I thought with a sensation of madness on

my promise of creating another like to him, and

trembling with passion, tore to pieces the thing

on which I was engaged.

Chapter 21
I was unable to pursue the train of thought;

a thousand feelings pressed upon me,

and I wept bitterly.

Chapter 22
The sun sank beneath the horizon as we landed,

and as I touched the shore I felt

those cares and fears revive which soon were to

clasp me and cling to me forever.

Chapter 23 Nothing is so painful to the human mind

as a great and sudden change

Chapter 24 Seek happiness in tranquility, and avoid

ambition, even if it be only the apparently innocent

one of distinguishing yourself in science discoveries.

B

B. When Frankenstein was written, it was to understand the importance of family. The Monster’s creation, murder and revenge were because of incomplete or dysfunctional family. Frankenstein family didn’t have a mother and Elizabeth had to take the role. Everyone had hard times through out the book but Elizabeth was the one who had the hardest time to endure. She had to take every responsibility like a mother but couldn’t be involved in other things because she was a woman. Being the only female in the family and a lover to Victor Frankenstein who was so far away had to be heart breaking. Of this incomplete family, Victor creates the Monster then shuns the Monster right after his creation and leaves him by himself in the world. It is the same situation with the Frankenstein family but worse; the Monster doesn’t have even one person as a family beside him. All the things the Monster learns from the De Lacey family who also had a dysfunctional family, eventually leads him to wanting a partner that he can relate to and asks Victor to help. Everything is related to families and shows how important families are; it summarizes every part of the story to a good conclusion. ‘Families are a very important part of the structure of the novel’ and it is very agreeable to say that that was Mary Shelley’s intentions when it came to writing the novel.

D

D.
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In Spongebob Squarepants a pencil from an artist falls into Bikini Bottom. Spongebob finds the pencil with his friend Patrick and starts drawing. They realize that it’s a magical pencil that brings the drawing to life. Spongebob then draws himself then the drawing becomes Frankendoodle, he steals the magical pencil and escapes hurting Squidward in the process. Spongebob and Patrick find him in a drawn pineapple house and try to ambush him. Frankendoodle quickly draws a hole on the ground and they fall inside. Frankendoodle then draws a bowling ball and throws it at them for a strike then run away towards the fields. When they finally get the magical pencil back, Spongbob goes insane with it and quickly erases Frankendoodle. Spongebob goes home to bed with the magical pencil then Frankendoodle’s arm reappears and draws him back to life. They have a fight over the pencil but then Frankendoodle’s leg gets trapped on a sheet of paper. Spongebob then closes a book on him and hangs the paper on his wall. In the end Spongebob and Patrick return the pencil to the surface and the artist gets his pencil back.



In the novel Frankenstein, Victor creates the Monster with human science but in Spongbob Squarepants, a magical pencil creates Frankendoodle. Frankendoodle is aggressive and violent but can’t be considered as a monster because he doesn’t have horrible characteristics like the Monster. In Spongebob Squarepants, they use humour and child like behaviour to make it suitable for young audiences that would be watching the show. Although it has been manipulated a lot, the main plot of the story didn’t change as much. To create something funny, something terrible was created and the creation was violent towards people. Although in the novel it wasn’t so direct as to Frankendoodle’s version in Spongbob Squarepants, but the Monster was created to be something great but started to murder people afterwards. Frankendoodle is smart just like the Monster and Spongbob Squarepants wants to get rid of the potentially dangerous drawing. When Spongbob almost erased Frankendoodle, he seeks revenge and attacks him at his house. In the novel it was Elizabeth’s death not Victor’s, in a big picture the story is very similar to each other. In the end Spongbob pins the picture of the captured Frankendoodle and is a happy ending and everyone is happy but in the novel, the ending is very tragic. So the main story’s idea is a like but the ending is different, I didn’t realize that the doodle was called Frankendoodle up until now. If you don’t know Frankenstein then I think it’ll be a bit iffy to figure out that it is because of the way it’s drawn and told in the animation.