Frankenstein
Mary Shelley
When I read this next section, I was thinking about what someone talked about in class the other day, that "this is what happens when people try to play God". I suppose I understand that statement. Especially when Frankenstein dedicated his passion and health for two years in the hopes of creating a beautiful life and it turned out to be a disaster/killing machine. Obviously this is tragic for Frankenstein and the family and Elizabeth, but I have a great sympathy for Frankestein because what he intended and fought for with all of the right intentions turned back on him. He's just a mad scientist with the right intentions and the wrong circumstances. This is probably going to sound absurd, but didn't God create humankind with the intention that they would be in God's image? All of the right intentions, and yet humans are still broken. I am by no means saying Frankenstein is God, but isn't he kind of similar in that he has such a love for creating and infusing love and right into the world that he worked like a madman for years to get to this beautiful creation? That is my weird thought of the day.
"Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed" (Shelley, 69).
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