قرأ بئر [إي] إلى النهاية الفصل 8 وأنا يضطرّ قلت الكتاب يتلقّى يكون يحصل إلى حدّ ما يخفّض, حتّى أنّ نقطة الهولة فقط نوع من يذبل من الصورة وأنت تتساءل إن ميري [شلّي] نسي حول ه وفقط قرّر أن يقول القصة من كيف يخلق حياة أثر منتصرة. غير أنّ بعد ذلك من الاللون الأزرق, اختنقت وليام إلى موت وبطريقة ما هم يتّهمون [جوستين]. أيّ يبدو مثل حجة جميلة فقيرة لأنّ زعما القاتلة "ترك علامته على ويليامس عنق" وبما أنّ الهولة يتلقّى أيادي ضخمة كيف استطاع القاضيات افترضت أنّ سيدة شابّة الذي [موست ليكلي] لا يتلقّى أيادي ضخمة أن يكون قادرة من يتمّ هو. أنا أتمنّى كان [شلّي] قد أتمّ شغل جيّدة أن يجعل هو أكثر معقولة أنّ الناس استطاع صدقت أنّ [جوستين] كان قد قتل وليام.

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(Well, I read to the end of Chapter 8 and I have to say the book has been getting pretty depressing, up to that point the monster just kind of fades out of the picture and you wonder if Mary Shelly forgot about him and just decided to tell the story of how creating life affected Victor. But then out of the blue, William is strangled to death and somehow they indict Justine. Which seems like a pretty poor argument because allegedly the killer "left his mark on Williams neck" and since the monster has huge hands how could the judges assume that a young lady who most likely doesn't have huge hands to be capable of doing it. I wish Shelly had done a better job to make it more believable that people could believe that Justine had killed William.)

By now...

You should have the sense that Victor is mentally unstable. What evidence do you see of this? What might be the causes and the future affects of this "illness"?

I's kind of lost

I have read all that we have been assigned to read and I'm now starting in on chapters 5-10. I just get sort of confused as i read through maybe because we are reading two books at once, however just reading Frankenstein I still get lost. I know that Victor thinks that knowledge and education are extremely important. One professor in particular,M. Waldman becomes a true friend and helps Victor through school and also when he just needs someone to talk to. Victor is what i would call a genius, he is both book smart, and street smart.
He excels is most anything he does. He is particularly intrigued by science and the way the human body works, and is structured. One thing so far that really confuses me is the relationship with his adopted sister. He pictured Elizabeth as an actual gift given to him, which i don't really understand. He also calls her his again and I'm not really sure what to think of that.
~L.C.~

Victor Frankenstein.. confusing?

Okay, I have read chapters one through four so far. I think the Victor is a very confused person. It seems like he doesn't exactly know what to believe in. Is anyone else getting this vibe from the book? While reading I found the Victor takes what his elders have to say into little consideration and is obsessed in his own thoughts. Obsession seems to play a large part in his story because of his drive to study and keep the things that are his. He sees his "sister" Elizabeth as his. His to keep, protect and cherish. To me that seems a little creepy. His mother dying must have payed a big toll on him. Also having to leave everything and everyone he knows would make him go crazy. He stated that he was a loner and stuck to the people he was comfortable with. Going to the new school in Ingolstadt he meets new professors with new ideas. I can only wonder where Victor is heading.
In chapter four Victor warns us to take him as an example and not try to become greater than what his nature allows. I think this is implying the soon making of his monster. He states that if he can create life of an object he could possibly renew life. I think the death of his mother and the possible death of close friends around him would give him a drive to accomplish this.
He loses soul and sensation for one pursuit. This is his obsession, he must create life. Once again he pushes himself away from society. He is a slave to his own creation. I think that he is too obsessive to his work. You?

A Poem: dedicated to you

Frankenstein: The Frankenstein Poet

One Book, One Community

Pursued by the mob of townspeople
and the shaky glow of their torches,
he finds refuge crouching under a mossy bridge.

He takes a notepad from his huge jacket
and feels inspiration arriving
like a forking of electricity.

He fingers one of the wooden pegs
the doctor tapped into his temples,
little handlebars of the imagination now,
and his pencil moves in the darkness
to a jostling of vocabulary.

He is starting to write a eulogy
for all the people whose bodies
are now parts of his body.

It opens with the eyes.

- Billy Collins