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.

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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.

E

E.

Mary Shelley describes in detail of what the character is experiencing at the moment and it is written in such detail and description that makes your mind to wander with in your own mind. ‘The abrupt sides of vast mountains were before me; the icy wall of the glacier overhung me; a few shattered pines were scattered around; and the solemn silence of this glorious presence-chamber of imperial nature was broken only by the brawling waves or the fall of some vast fragment, the thunder sound of the avalanche or the cracking, reverberated along the mountains, of the accumulated ice, which, through the silent working of immutable laws, was ever and anon rent and torn, as if it had been but a plaything in their hands.’ She write on and on about what Victor sees and it’s a bit overwhelming to take it all in at the same time and this quote is followed by ‘These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all littleness of feeling, and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillized it.’ It’s a bit iffy at first but Mary Shelley includes the word ‘sublime’ in the text to show that she’s integrating Edmund Burke’s theory of the sublime. It’s a feeling that can never be said too much and that’s why she goes on writing and writing. She keeps emphasizing on the idea of sublime especially in chapter 10 when Victor’s going up the icy mountains. I think its because it was such an emotional stage for Victor with Justine’s death that he was in a state where everything felt unreal but so hard to endure. The beautiful sight of the Alps helped him forget about life and his worries, instead he was able to embrace the sensation of sublime. ‘It had then filled me with a sublime ecstasy that gave wings to the soul and allowed it to soar from the obscure world to light and joy. The sight of the awful and majestic in nature had indeed always the effect of solemnizing my mind and causing me to forget the passing cares of life.’

F

F.
What it means to be human… it differs from people to people but I think being a human is living in a society where everyone is connected in some way. Even animals have their own property and groups or herds but it differs so much from humans, because humans can express their feelings to one another to communicate. In my thoughts, Mary Shelley valued emotions the most when it came to best qualities of humanity. The Monster would be telling his experiences to Victor but right in the middle, he would describe his feelings the best he could. He loved his emotions then at the same time hated it for having such emotions because it was so hard for him to understand these feelings. The Monster, cannot show himself to humans because of his hideous appearance, but is the most human character in the novel. No one taught him anything about anything, but he manages to survive and teaches himself with basic knowledge of things and also educates himself. He learned how to read, write and talk from books that he had found and also listened to other people talk amongst each other. But Victor and the people all ran away from the Monster despite his high intelligence and gentleness, because only his appearance mattered to them. Humans are afraid of what they cannot comprehend or understand and refuse to get involved. This is what I believe to be the novel’s moral understanding of humanity. No matter how intelligent or gentle the Monster may have been, judgemental humans toward his appearance made this novel end with tragedy. Not every human are shallow or judgemental but it’s understandable in this novel because of the time period it was written in. The society was different from now so their thinking would be narrower and won’t be open to changes or new things; it is not that the people didn’t accept the Monster but couldn’t.

H.

H.

Although the Monster was a Monster, if he got some care under Victor then he wouldn’t have killed anyone. Victor could’ve taught him about everything from emotions to education without any stress or hardships in a secure environment. It was wrong for the Monster to kill people but it was more wrong for Victor to leave the Monster alone in the first place. If he knew that he was potentially dangerous, why did Victor flee from the Monster? Didn’t him running away from his own fears bring chaos to his life? Victor could’ve taken responsibility for his failure of making the perfect creature, then at least look over the Monster under his care out of site from others. It makes me so frustrated because I think Victor’s very stupid and can’t handle any kind of pressure that’s not related to science. Even when I was reading the book, I thought ‘why isn’t Victor doing anything to make things right but just keeps running away and messing it up even more for everyone?’… It’s pathetic how he ran away from his fear that he created himself. He doesn’t deserve to be a parent, what if he did happily marry Elizabeth and had his own child that was deformed. What would he have done? Would that child be cast away just like the Monster or no? It is his duty to take care of his child no matter what and it is the same for the Monster, Victor gave life to him and should’ve raised him to be a good Monster. Victor’s bad parenting caused this entire massacre and I’m just glad that this is only a fictional story.