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ruins, or any other
unwholesome trade like a pheasant plucker. Every night I was oppressed by a
slow fever; it took two days to reach me. My monster was completed and all I
had to do now was to give him the gift of life. The creature lay on a slab
naked; he could not be allowed thus into society. I struggled with the lifeless
body and put on him a pair of giant-sized trousers and a flannel shirt.

 
    The
monster’s trousers fell to the floor
    Some
of it out the front
    Round
the back there was more Underpants must be found
    Before
it spreads around.
     
    The
first words the monster spoke
    ‘Has
anyone got a smoke?
    I’d
give anything for a drag
    On
a fag.’
     

CHAPTER V
     
     
     
    How
can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch
whom, with such infinite pains and care, I had endeavoured to form? There was
the bolt that affixed his neck to his spine, there were the screws holding his
forehead to his skull; but now was the moment of truth. I plunged the
electrodes into his rectum and switched on the current. He gave a groan and he
was alive! He spoke as he sat up, ‘Have you got a fag mate?’ My God, I had
given birth to a nicotine junky! I handed him the cigarette which I lit then,
leaping off the table, he stood there. But, alas, we had forgotten one thing:
he had no support for his trousers which fell to the floor revealing his
manhood in all its glory. If any women saw this they would be leaving their
husbands in thousands. Quickly I got some string round his trousers. What had I
done? No mortal could support the horror of that countenance! I rushed
downstairs to the refuge of a cupboard where I remained during the rest of the
night walking up and down in great agitation — something difficult to do in a
cupboard.
    I
passed the night wretchedly sleeping on a clothes line. I sank to the ground
through languor and extreme weakness and the doctor came and said, ‘You have
sunk to the ground through languor and extreme weakness.’
    I
continued walking in a depressed manner. I traversed the streets without any
clear conception of where I was or what he was doing. He wasn’t doing anything.
My heart palpitated in the sickness of fear and I hurried on with irregular
steps, not daring to look about me.
     
    Ohhhh...........
    Like one, on a lonesome road who,
    Doth walk in fear and dread,
    And, having once turned round,
    walks on,
    And turns no more his head;
    Because he knows a frightful
fiend
    Doth close behind him tread. 2
     
    My
eyes fixed on a coach that was coming towards me. It stopped just where I was
standing. The door being' opened, I perceived Henry Clerval, who sprang out of;
the coach and trod straight in it. ‘My dear Frankenstein,’ ! he exclaimed, ‘how
glad I am to see you!’
    Clerval’s
presence brought back thoughts of my father, j Elizabeth, and all those bloody
hangers-on at home. I| grasped his hand and the 100 kroner note in it. ‘It
gives me the greatest delight to see you but tell me how you 1 left my father,
my brothers and Elizabeth.’
    ‘Penniless,’
he replied. ‘But my dear Frankenstein,’ he continued, ‘I did not before remark
how very ill you appear, so thin and pale, you look as if you have been I
wanking for several nights.’
    We
ascended into my room and, once seated, I was unable to contain myself. I was
unable to remain for a single instant in the same place: I jumped over the
chairs and climbed on top of the cupboard; I crawled under the table; I jumped
out the window and ran back up the stairs and hid under the bed.
     
    I was very ill and what was wrong
    with me was affecting my mind
    But the pain was coming from my
    behind
    Perhaps the illness is in my bum
    It’s amazing where illness can
    come from.
     
    ‘Victor,
Victor,’ cried Clerval, ‘what the fuck’s the matter with you?’
    ‘Oh,
save me! save me!’ I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously
and fell off the washing in a fit.
    Clerval
took the opportunity to put a straitjacket on me. I was lifeless and did not
recover my sense for a long time — eighteen months.
    I
was very ill; I had no idea what the fuck was the matter with me but I raved
incessantly about the monster. Doubtless my words suprised Henry. It persuaded
him that my disorder indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible
event. He did not know what the fuck was the matter with me.
    By
very slow degrees, and some frequent relapses that alarmed and grieved my friend,
they