Chapter 969:

"You call Frankenstein your friend, and you seem to understand my crimes and misfortunes. But in the details he gave you, he can't summarize the hours and months of pain I have endured with my helpless passion. Because although I destroyed his hope, but I did not fulfill my desire. They are always enthusiastic and longing. I still hope to have love and fellowship, but I am still rejected. Is this unfair? When all mankind sins against me, I Are you considered the only criminal? Why don’t you hate Felix, who tried so hard to drive his friends out of the house? Why don’t you execute the countryists who tried to destroy the savior of his children? No, these are kind And the perfect creature! I, the miserable and abandoned man, is an abortion and should be whip, kick, and trampled.
"But, I really suck. I murdered cute and helpless people; when they slept, I strangled the innocent person and grabbed his throat, leaving me or any other life unharmed. I am I have dedicated my creator, all selected samples worthy of people’s love and admiration, to suffering. I even chased him to the irreversible ruins. He lay there, pale and cold to death. You hate me, But your hatred is not the same as my hatred of myself. I look at the hands that signed the contract. I want to think about it in the imagination, and long for the moment when these hands meet my eyes, when that imagination No longer bothering my thoughts.
"Don't be afraid that I will become a tool for pranks in the future. My work is about to be completed. Perfecting my life and accomplishing what must be done does not require the death of you or anyone. But it needs my own. Don't think I will I am slow to sacrifice for this. I will stop your ship on the ice raft with me and go to the northernmost point of the earth. I will collect my funeral pile and burn it to ashes so that its remains cannot illuminate anything Will produce the same curiosity and ruthless botched things like me. I will die. I will no longer feel the pain that is eating me now, nor will I become a victim of unsatisfied but unchecked feelings. He is dead, summoned I become life. When I no longer exist, the memory of the two of us will quickly disappear. I will no longer see the sun or the stars, nor will I feel the wind rippling on my cheeks. The light, feelings and senses will disappear. ; In this case, I must find my happiness. A few years ago, when the image provided by this world appeared on me once, when I felt the warmth of summer, I heard the rustling of leaves and the birds The crumbling voices, these are all on me, I should die; now, this is my only comfort. Tortured by criminal pollution and the most painful regret, where can I find rest and die? When I feel it In the warmth of summer, I heard the rustling of leaves and the swaying sound of birds. These are all on me. I should cry to death. Now, this is my only comfort. I am devastated by crime pollution and the most painful regret, Where can I find a person to die in peace? When I feel the warmth of summer, I hear the rustling of leaves and the swaying sound of birds. These are all on me. I should cry to death. Now, this is the only one for me. Consolation. Destroyed by crime pollution and the most painful remorse, where can I find a rest and death?
"Farewell! I have left you. In your last human life, these eyes will always look at you. Farewell, Frankenstein! If you are still alive and cherish the desire for revenge against me, it will be better for my life. It’s more satisfying for my destruction. But it’s not. You have sought my extinction so as not to cause greater suffering. If you haven’t thought and felt in a certain way that I don’t know, then you would not want to treat me. My revenge is greater than my feelings. When you cry, my pain is still better than your pain, because the painful sting of regret will not stab my wounds until death shuts them off forever.
"But soon," he exclaimed with sadness and serious enthusiasm, "I will die, and now I don't feel that way anymore. These burning tribulations will soon disappear. I will lift the funeral high, Rejoice in the pain of the flames. The light of that fire will disappear. My ashes will be blown into the sea by the wind. My spirit will sleep peacefully, or if it wants to, it will certainly not think so. Farewell. "
As he said, he suddenly jumped from the cabin window onto the ice raft near the ship. He was quickly swallowed by the waves, lost in darkness and distance.
The lawyer, Mr. Utsen, is a rude man and never smiles. Cold speech, awkward speech; backward mood; slim, long, dusty, dull, but a little cute. At the friendly meeting, when his wine reached his taste, a clear human beacon came out of his eyes; indeed it did not appear in his speech, but it was not only expressed as an after-dinner expression. These silent symbol expressions are more frequent and louder in his behavior throughout his life. He treated himself harshly. Drink gin when you are alone to taste the vintage. Although he likes theater very much, he has never crossed a theater in two decades. But he has a tolerant attitude towards others. Sometimes, it is almost jealous to want to know the mental high pressure involved in their wrongdoing; tends to help rather than blame on any body. "I lean towards Cain's heresy," he once said quaintly: "I let my brother go to the devil in his own way." In this role, it often becomes his last acquaintance and the last good thing in the lives of lower men. Influence is his wealth. For such things, as long as they appear in his room, he will not leave any changes in his behavior.
There is no doubt that this feat was easy for Mr. Utterson. Because he is rude at best, even his friendship seems to be based on a similar kind of Catholicism. The hallmark of a humble person is a friendly circle ready to accept opportunities. That is the way of lawyers. His friends are his own blood, or the blood he has known the longest. His love, like ivy, comes with the passage of time, and they imply that there is no place for objects. Therefore, there is no doubt that this united him with his distant relative Richard Enfield. For many people, this is a crazy puzzle, what the two can see from each other, or what they can find in common. Those who met them on a Sunday walk reported that they said nothing, looked tedious and would happily praise the appearance of their friends. Nevertheless, the biggest advantage of the two on this trip is that they regard them as the top priority of the week, not only shelving happy times, but even resisting business contacts, so that they can enjoy them without interruption.
In one of the chaotic journeys, they accidentally discovered that their behavior caused them to walk down a small street in a busy district of London. The street is small and so-called quiet, but it promotes business prosperity on weekdays. Everything is fine for the residents, and it seems that everyone wants to do better and sprinkle the extra grain on the spoils. In this way, the storefront is like a row of smiling saleswomen standing on that unobstructed street. Even on Sunday, when it covered a more splendid charm and no places off the beaten track, in stark contrast to the dim residential area, this street was lit up like a fire in the forest; The whitewashed shutters, polished brass, and the general cleanliness and pleasantness immediately caught the attention of passengers and attracted the attention of passengers.
The two doors that turned to the left from one corner moved to the left, and that line was broken by the court’s approach; at this moment, a sinister building pushed its gable into the street. It is two stories high. No windows are displayed, only a door is on the lower floor, and the blind forehead is not displayed on the discolored wall. And every feature bears the mark of lasting and dirty negligence. The door with neither the doorbell nor the knocker was soaked open. The tramp got in from the recess and hit the match on the panel. The children were shopping on the steps; the pupil tried it on the mold with a knife. In the recent generation, no one seems to have driven these random visitors or repaired their destruction.
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