My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination?

But it was all a dream; no Eve soothed my sorrows nor shared my thoughts; I was alone.

Like Adam, I was apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect.

Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was.

I found myself similar yet at the same time strangely unlike to the beings concerning whom I read and to whose conversation I was a listener.

'Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?'

I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathised with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.

I am alone and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create.

There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.

Frankenstein! you belong then to my enemy—to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim.