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dashed me to the ground and attacked me violently with
a crowbar. I could have torn him limb from limb as the lion rends the antelope.
But my heart sunk within me as with bitter sickness. I quitted the cottage, and
in the general tumult escaped unperceived to my hovel.

CHAPTER
VII
     
     
     
    ‘Cursed,
cursed creator! Why did I live? I could with pleasure have destroyed the
cottage and its inhabitants, and have glutted myself with their shrieks and
misery. All I had to show was a pair of the blind man’s knees.
    ‘Sleep
relieved me from the pain of reflection which was disturbed by the approach of
a beautiful child who came running into the recess I had chosen. Suddenly, as I
gazed on him, an idea seized me, that this little creature had lived too short
a time to have imbibed a horror of deformity.
    ‘Urged
by this impulse, I seized him as he passed and drew him towards me. As soon as
he beheld my form, he placed his hands before his eyes and uttered a shrill
scream; I drew his hand forcibly from his face and said, “Child, what is the
meaning of this? I do not intend to hurt you; listen to me.”
    ‘He
struggled violently. “Let me go,” he cried. “Monster! Ugly wretch! You wish to
eat me and tear me to pieces — You are an ogre — let me go, or I will tell my
papa. Hideous monster! Let me go. My papa, M. Frankenstein — he will punish
you. You dare not keep me.”
    ‘
“Frankenstein! you belong then to my enemy — t3 him towards whom I have sworn
eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim.”
    ‘The
child still struggled, and loaded me with epithets which carried despair to my
heart; I grasped his throat to silence him, and in a moment he lay dead at my
feet.
    ‘I
gazed on my victim, and my heart swelled with exultation and hellish triumph;
clapping my hands, I exclaimed, “I too can create desolation; my enemy is not
invulnerable; this death will carry despair to him, and a thousand other
miseries shall torment and destroy him. Heh — heh — heh.” ’

CHAPTER
VII
     
     
     
    ‘You
must create a female for me — I need a shag — with whom I can live in the
interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being. This you alone can do;
and I demand it of you as a right which you must not refuse to concede. And
have you got a fag?’
    ‘I
do refuse it,’ I replied, ‘and no torture shall ever extort a consent or a
cigarette from me.’
    ‘You
are in the wrong,’ replied the monster, ‘and, instead of threatening, I am
content to reason with you. I am malicious because I am miserable. Not only
that, I am gasping for a fag and a fuck. If you consent, neither you nor any
other human being shall ever see us again: I will go to the vast wilds of South
America. My food is not that of man; I do not destroy the lamb and the kid to
glut my appetite; trees, acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment. I
am a vegetarian. My companion will be of the same nature as myself, and will be
content with the same fare. We shall make our bed of dried leaves; the sun will
shine on us as on man, and it will ripen our food while we are screwing on the
leaves.
    ‘I
consent to your demand, on your solemn oath to quit Europe forever.’
    ‘I
swear,’ he cried, ‘by the sun and the blue sky of Heaven, and by the fire of
love that burns in my heart [that only left the moon], if you grant my wish you
will never behold me again. I shall go to Bexhill-on-Sea; anybody who goes
there is never seen again.’
    Suddenly,
he quitted me, fearful perhaps of any change in my sentiments. I saw him
descend the mountain — with greater speed than the flight of an eagle — at 100
miles per hour, and quickly lost sight of him among the undulations of the sea
of ice.
    The
labour of winding among the little paths of the mountain and fixing my feet
firmly as I advanced perplexed me; still I kept going arse over tip. By the
time I had gone 250 arse over tips, night was far advanced. I came to the
halfway resting place and seated myself beside the fountain. The wind blew it
all over me and I got soaked. The stars shone at intervals, the dark pines rose
before me and here and there a broken tree lay on the ground — and I did arse
over tips over them. Clasping my hands in agony, I exclaimed, ‘Oh! stars and
clouds and winds, and four Dispirins, do take the pain away.’
    I
cannot describe to you how the eternal twinkling of the stars weighed upon me,
so I won’t. I listened to every blast of wind — blast! blast!