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1September 9th, the ice began to move, and roarings like thunder were heard at a distance as the islands split and
2cracked in every direction. We were in the most imminent peril, but as we could only remain passive, my chief attention
3was occupied by my unfortunate guest whose illness increased in such a degree that he was entirely confined to his bed.
4The ice cracked behind us and was driven with force towards the north; a breeze sprang from the west, and on the 11th
5the passage towards the south became perfectly free. When the sailors saw this and that their return to their native
6country was apparently assured, a shout of tumultuous joy broke from them, loud and long-continued. Frankenstein, who
7was dozing, awoke and asked the cause of the tumult. "They shout," I said, "because they will soon return to England."
8"Do you, then, really return?" "Alas! Yes; I cannot withstand their demands. I cannot lead them unwillingly to danger,
9and I must return." "Do so, if you will; but I will not. You may give up your purpose, but mine is assigned to me by
10Heaven, and I dare not. I am weak, but surely the spirits who assist my vengeance will endow me with sufficient
11strength." Saying this, he endeavoured to spring from the bed, but the exertion was too great for him; he fell back and
12fainted. It was long before he was restored, and I often thought that life was entirely extinct. At length he opened his
13eyes; he breathed with difficulty and was unable to speak. The surgeon gave him a composing draught and ordered us to
14leave him undisturbed. In the meantime he told me that my friend had certainly not many hours to live. His sentence was
15pronounced, and I could only grieve and be patient. I sat by his bed, watching him; his eyes were closed, and I thought
16he slept; but presently he called to me in a feeble voice, and bidding me come near, said, "Alas! The strength I relied
17on is gone; I feel that I shall soon die, and he, my enemy and persecutor, may still be in being. Think not, Walton,
18that in the last moments of my existence I feel that burning hatred and ardent desire of revenge I once expressed; but I
19feel myself justified in desiring the death of my adversary. During these last days I have been occupied in examining my
20past conduct; nor do I find it blamable. In a fit of enthusiastic madness I created a rational creature and was bound
21towards him to assure, as far as was in my power, his happiness and well-being. This was my duty, but there was another
22still paramount to that. My duties towards the beings of my own species had greater claims to my attention because they
23included a greater proportion of happiness or misery. Urged by this view, I refused, and I did right in refusing, to
24create a companion for the first creature. He showed unparalleled malignity and selfishness in evil; he destroyed my
25friends; he devoted to destruction beings who possessed exquisite sensations, happiness, and wisdom; nor do I know where
26this thirst for vengeance may end. Miserable himself that he may render no other wretched, he ought to die. The task of
27his destruction was mine, but I have failed. When actuated by selfish and vicious motives, I asked you to undertake my
28unfinished work, and I renew this request now, when I am only induced by reason and virtue. "Yet I cannot ask you to
29renounce your country and friends to fulfil this task; and now that you are returning to England, you will have little
30chance of meeting with him. But the consideration of these points, and the well balancing of what you may esteem your
31duties, I leave to you; my judgment and ideas are already disturbed by the near approach of death. I dare not ask you to
32do what I think right, for I may still be misled by passion. "That he should live to be an instrument of mischief
33disturbs me; in other respects, this hour, when I momentarily expect my release, is the only happy one which I have
34enjoyed for several years. The forms of the beloved dead flit before me, and I hasten to their arms. Farewell, Walton!
35Seek happiness in tranquillity and avoid ambition, even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing
36yourself in science and discoveries. Yet why do I say this? I have myself been blasted in these hopes, yet another may
37succeed." His voice became fainter as he spoke, and at length, exhausted by his effort, he sank into silence. About half
38an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed for ever,
39while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips. Margaret, what comment can I make on the untimely
40extinction of this glorious spirit? What can I say that will enable you to understand the depth of my sorrow? All that I
41should express would be inadequate and feeble. My tears flow; my mind is overshadowed by a cloud of disappointment. But
42I journey towards England, and I may there find consolation. I am interrupted. What do these sounds portend? It is
43midnight; the breeze blows fairly, and the watch on deck scarcely stir. Again there is a sound as of a human voice, but
44hoarser; it comes from the cabin where the remains of Frankenstein still lie. I must arise and examine. Good night, my
45sister. Great God! what a scene has just taken place! I am yet dizzy with the remembrance of it. I hardly know whether I
46shall have the power to detail it; yet the tale which I have recorded would be incomplete without this final and
47wonderful catastrophe. I entered the cabin where lay the remains of my ill-fated and admirable friend. Over him hung a
48form which I cannot find words to describe--gigantic in stature, yet uncouth and distorted in its proportions. As he
49hung over the coffin, his face was concealed by long locks of ragged hair; but one vast hand was extended, in colour and
50apparent texture like that of a mummy. When he heard the sound of my approach, he ceased to utter exclamations of grief
51and horror and sprung towards the window. Never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome yet
52appalling hideousness. I shut my eyes involuntarily and endeavoured to recollect what were my duties with regard to this
53destroyer. I called on him to stay. He paused, looking on me with wonder, and again turning towards the lifeless form of
54his creator, he seemed to forget my presence, and every feature and gesture seemed instigated by the wildest rage of
55some uncontrollable passion. "That is also my victim!" he exclaimed. "In his murder my crimes are consummated; the
56miserable series of my being is wound to its close! Oh, Frankenstein! Generous and self-devoted being! What does it
57avail that I now ask thee to pardon me? I, who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou lovedst. Alas! He is
58cold, he cannot answer me." His voice seemed suffocated, and my first impulses, which had suggested to me the duty of
59obeying the dying request of my friend in destroying his enemy, were now suspended by a mixture of curiosity and
60compassion. I approached this tremendous being; I dared not again raise my eyes to his face, there was something so
61scaring and unearthly in his ugliness. I attempted to speak, but the words died away on my lips. The monster continued
62to utter wild and incoherent self-reproaches. At length I gathered resolution to address him in a pause of the tempest
63of his passion. "Your repentance," I said, "is now superfluous. If you had listened to the voice of conscience and
64heeded the stings of remorse before you had urged your diabolical vengeance to this extremity, Frankenstein would yet
65have lived." "And do you dream?" said the dæmon. "Do you think that I was then dead to agony and remorse? He," he
66continued, pointing to the corpse, "he suffered not in the consummation of the deed. Oh! Not the ten-thousandth portion
67of the anguish that was mine during the lingering detail of its execution. A frightful selfishness hurried me on, while
68my heart was poisoned with remorse. Think you that the groans of Clerval were music to my ears? My heart was fashioned
69to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence
70of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
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