The Second Time Around - Entry #5
“I sat one evening in my laboratory; the sun had set, and the moon was just rising from the sea; I had not sufficient light for my employment, and I remained idle, in a pause of consideration of whether I should leave my labour for the night, or hasten its conclusion by an unremitting attention to it.” (Shelley 120). I remained solemn at the prospect of creating another monster, “a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth, who might the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and full of terror.” (121). Who am I, a simple and small human being in relation to the rest of humanity to make their lives of living hell? How can I condemn them to a creature so foul, so hideous, so persuasive; one isn’t even entirely sure he was a monster. You see, this is when I began to question my perspective. This moment. It was this entire time that I perceived this creature, my creature, to in fact be a monster; an essence incapable of human experience. Yet, when he tol...