ON my return, I found the following letter from my father:— "To V. FRANKENSTEIN. "MY DEAR VICTOR, "You have probably waited impatiently for a letter to fix the date of your return to us; and I was at first tempted to write only a few lines, merely mentioning the day on which I should expect you. But that would be a cruel kindness, and I dare not do it. What would be your surprise, my son, when you expected a happy and gay welcome, to behold, on the contrary, tears and wretchedness? And how, Victor, can I relate our misfortune? Absence cannot have rendered you callous to our joys and griefs; and how shall I inflict pain on an absent child? I wish to prepare you for the woeful news, but I know it is impossible; even now your eye skims over the page, to seek the words which are to convey to you the horrible tidings.
The statement “The mere presence of the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact.” Seems wild, until you realize Frankenstein also started college disregarding the grand majority of research based science in favor of people who believed in humors
The statement “The mere presence of the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact.” Seems wild, until you realize Frankenstein also started college disregarding the grand majority of research based science in favor of people who believed in humors
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The prodigal son returns.