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1But now, when I appeared almost within grasp of my foe, my hopes were suddenly extinguished, and I lost all trace of him
2more utterly than I had ever done before. A ground sea was heard; the thunder of its progress, as the waters rolled and
3swelled beneath me, became every moment more ominous and terrific. I pressed on, but in vain. The wind arose; the sea
4roared; and, as with the mighty shock of an earthquake, it split and cracked with a tremendous and overwhelming sound.
5The work was soon finished; in a few minutes a tumultuous sea rolled between me and my enemy, and I was left drifting on
6a scattered piece of ice that was continually lessening and thus preparing for me a hideous death. In this manner many
7appalling hours passed; several of my dogs died, and I myself was about to sink under the accumulation of distress when
8I saw your vessel riding at anchor and holding forth to me hopes of succour and life. I had no conception that vessels
9ever came so far north and was astounded at the sight. I quickly destroyed part of my sledge to construct oars, and by
10these means was enabled, with infinite fatigue, to move my ice raft in the direction of your ship. I had determined, if
11you were going southwards, still to trust myself to the mercy of the seas rather than abandon my purpose. I hoped to
12induce you to grant me a boat with which I could pursue my enemy. But your direction was northwards. You took me on
13board when my vigour was exhausted, and I should soon have sunk under my multiplied hardships into a death which I still
14dread, for my task is unfulfilled. Oh! When will my guiding spirit, in conducting me to the dæmon, allow me the rest I
15so much desire; or must I die, and he yet live? If I do, swear to me, Walton, that he shall not escape, that you will
16seek him and satisfy my vengeance in his death. And do I dare to ask of you to undertake my pilgrimage, to endure the
17hardships that I have undergone? No; I am not so selfish. Yet, when I am dead, if he should appear, if the ministers of
18vengeance should conduct him to you, swear that he shall not live--swear that he shall not triumph over my accumulated
19woes and survive to add to the list of his dark crimes. He is eloquent and persuasive, and once his words had even power
20over my heart; but trust him not. His soul is as hellish as his form, full of treachery and fiend-like malice. Hear him
21not; call on the names of William, Justine, Clerval, Elizabeth, my father, and of the wretched Victor, and thrust your
22sword into his heart. I will hover near and direct the steel aright. Walton, in continuation. August 26th, 17--. You
23have read this strange and terrific story, Margaret; and do you not feel your blood congeal with horror, like that which
24even now curdles mine? Sometimes, seized with sudden agony, he could not continue his tale; at others, his voice broken,
25yet piercing, uttered with difficulty the words so replete with anguish. His fine and lovely eyes were now lighted up
26with indignation, now subdued to downcast sorrow and quenched in infinite wretchedness. Sometimes he commanded his
27countenance and tones and related the most horrible incidents with a tranquil voice, suppressing every mark of
28agitation; then, like a volcano bursting forth, his face would suddenly change to an expression of the wildest rage as
29he shrieked out imprecations on his persecutor. His tale is connected and told with an appearance of the simplest truth,
30yet I own to you that the letters of Felix and Safie, which he showed me, and the apparition of the monster seen from
31our ship, brought to me a greater conviction of the truth of his narrative than his asseverations, however earnest and
32connected. Such a monster has, then, really existence! I cannot doubt it, yet I am lost in surprise and admiration.
33Sometimes I endeavoured to gain from Frankenstein the particulars of his creature's formation, but on this point he was
34impenetrable. "Are you mad, my friend?" said he. "Or whither does your senseless curiosity lead you? Would you also
35create for yourself and the world a demoniacal enemy? Peace, peace! Learn my miseries and do not seek to increase your
36own." Frankenstein discovered that I made notes concerning his history; he asked to see them and then himself corrected
37and augmented them in many places, but principally in giving the life and spirit to the conversations he held with his
38enemy. "Since you have preserved my narration," said he, "I would not that a mutilated one should go down to posterity."
39Thus has a week passed away, while I have listened to the strangest tale that ever imagination formed. My thoughts and
40every feeling of my soul have been drunk up by the interest for my guest which this tale and his own elevated and gentle
41manners have created. I wish to soothe him, yet can I counsel one so infinitely miserable, so destitute of every hope of
42consolation, to live? Oh, no! The only joy that he can now know will be when he composes his shattered spirit to peace
43and death. Yet he enjoys one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium; he believes that when in dreams he holds
44converse with his friends and derives from that communion consolation for his miseries or excitements to his vengeance,
45that they are not the creations of his fancy, but the beings themselves who visit him from the regions of a remote
46world. This faith gives a solemnity to his reveries that render them to me almost as imposing and interesting as truth.
47Our conversations are not always confined to his own history and misfortunes. On every point of general literature he
48displays unbounded knowledge and a quick and piercing apprehension. His eloquence is forcible and touching; nor can I
49hear him, when he relates a pathetic incident or endeavours to move the passions of pity or love, without tears. What a
50glorious creature must he have been in the days of his prosperity, when he is thus noble and godlike in ruin! He seems
51to feel his own worth and the greatness of his fall. "When younger," said he, "I believed myself destined for some great
52enterprise. My feelings are profound, but I possessed a coolness of judgment that fitted me for illustrious
53achievements. This sentiment of the worth of my nature supported me when others would have been oppressed, for I deemed
54it criminal to throw away in useless grief those talents that might be useful to my fellow creatures. When I reflected
55on the work I had completed, no less a one than the creation of a sensitive and rational animal, I could not rank myself
56with the herd of common projectors. But this thought, which supported me in the commencement of my career, now serves
57only to plunge me lower in the dust. All my speculations and hopes are as nothing, and like the archangel who aspired to
58omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell. My imagination was vivid, yet my powers of analysis and application were
59intense; by the union of these qualities I conceived the idea and executed the creation of a man. Even now I cannot
60recollect without passion my reveries while the work was incomplete. I trod heaven in my thoughts, now exulting in my
61powers, now burning with the idea of their effects. From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition;
62but how am I sunk! Oh! My friend, if you had known me as I once was, you would not recognise me in this state of
63degradation. Despondency rarely visited my heart; a high destiny seemed to bear me on, until I fell, never, never again
64to rise." Must I then lose this admirable being? I have longed for a friend; I have sought one who would sympathise with
65and love me. Behold, on these desert seas I have found such a one, but I fear I have gained him only to know his value
66and lose him. I would reconcile him to life, but he repulses the idea.
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