Chapter 937:

The ascent is steep, but the path is cut into continuous twists, allowing you to transcend the verticality of the mountains. This is a desolate scene. In one thousand locations, the traces of winter avalanches can be felt. The trees were broken and scattered on the ground, some of them were completely destroyed, others were curved, leaning on the protruding rocks of the mountain or transverse to other trees. As you ascend, the path is intersected by snowy ravines, and rocks keep rolling down from above. One of them is particularly dangerous, because even the smallest sounds such as loud speaking can produce air shocks that can damage the head of the speaker. The pine trees are not tall or lush, but they are lush, adding a heavy atmosphere to the scene. I looked at the valley below. The river that passed through it was thickly foggy, and there was a thick garland in the mountains on the opposite side. Its peaks were hidden in even clouds, and the rain poured down from the dark sky, leaving me from the surrounding objects. Under the melancholy impression. Alas! Why do people boast that they feel higher than the obvious feelings of barbarians? It will only make them have more necessary lives. If our impulses are limited to hunger, cravings and cravings, we may be almost free. But now, we are moved by every wind that blows and the word of opportunity or scene that that word might convey to us. A shower of rain poured down from the dark sky, leaving a deep impression on the melancholy feeling I got from the surrounding objects. Alas! Why do people boast that they feel higher than the obvious feelings of barbarians? It will only make them have more necessary lives. If our impulses are limited to hunger, cravings and cravings, we may be almost free. But now, we are moved by every wind that blows and the word of opportunity or scene that that word might convey to us. The rain pouring down from the dark sky made a deep impression on the melancholy feeling I got from the surrounding objects. Alas! Why do people boast that they feel higher than the obvious feelings of barbarians? It will only make them have more necessary lives. If our impulses are limited to hunger, cravings and cravings, we may be almost free. But now, we are moved by every wind that blows and the word of opportunity or scene that that word might convey to us.
We rest; dreams are poisonous to sleep.
We rise; the idea of ​​a magic wand pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive or reason; laugh or cry,
Embrace grief, or abandon our worries;
It’s the same: because, whether it’s joy or sadness,
Its path of departure is still free.
One’s yesterday may be like his tomorrow.
Nothing can be tolerated, but changeable!
When I reached the top of the climb, it was almost noon. For a while, I was sitting on a rock overlooking the sea of ​​ice. The mist shrouded the mountain range and surrounding mountains. Now the breeze dissipated the clouds and I landed on the glacier. The surface is very uneven, rising like waves of a rough sea, falling very low, and scattered with deep rift valleys. The width of the ice rink is almost a league, but it took me nearly two hours to cross it. The opposite mountain is a bare vertical rock. On the side where I am standing, Montanvert is the opposite, only a distance from the Alliance. Above it stands the terrible and majestic Mont Blanc. I stayed in the rock recess, gazing at this wonderful and spectacular sight. The sea, or a wide glacier, is wrapped around the mountains on which it depends, and the top of the mountain in the sky hangs in its recess. Their cold and gleaming mountain peaks are shining in the sun shrouded in dark clouds. My heart was sad, but now it swells like joy. I exclaimed: "Wandering spirit, if it is true, don't rest in a narrow bed, let me be slightly happy, or let me be your partner away from the joy of life."
As I said, I suddenly saw the figure of a person, advancing towards me at a certain distance and at a superhuman speed. He crossed the gap in the ice, and I walked carefully in it. As he approached, his figure seemed to surpass that of a human. I was troubled; the fog enveloped me, I felt drowsy, but I was soon recovered by the cold wind on the mountain. I feel that as the shape gets closer and closer, the line of sight becomes huge and disgusting! , This is what I created. I trembled in anger and fear, determined to wait for his approach, and then fight him in a fatal battle. He approached; his tolerance was tailored to bitterness, coupled with disdain and viciousness, and its ugliness almost frightened the human eye. But I hardly observed this.
I yelled: "Demon, do you dare to come near me? And don't you worry that the violent revenge of my arm hurts your tragic head? Boletus, despicable insect! Or, stay and let me trample to death You! And, oh! Under the circumstances of your tragic extinction, I can recover the victims who were killed so diabolically by you!"
Damon said: "I look forward to this reception." "Everyone hates the unfortunate man. Then, how should I hate him, besides all life, he is really miserable! However, as my creator You hate and laugh at your creation, you are bound to it, and can only be disbanded by the destruction of one of us. You plan to kill me. How dare you live like this? Do your responsibility to me, and I will You and all mankind do my thing. If you comply with my conditions, I will let them keep peace with you; but if you refuse, I will endure the pain of death until the blood of your remaining friends is dead. "
"Abominable monster! Believe that you are art! The torture of is too gentle for your crimes. Abominable demon! You use your creativity to blame me, and then move on, so that I extinguish what I have given me so negligently. spark."
My anger is endless. I threw on him, agitated by all the feelings that could make one person oppose the existence of another.
He avoided me easily and said:
"Calm down! Before you vent your hatred of my pious head, I beg you to hear my voice. Isn't my suffering enough that you seek to increase my suffering? Life may be just an accumulation of pain, but It is precious to me and I will defend it. Remember, you make me stronger than you. My height is better than your body, and my joints are softer. But I will not try to oppose you. I It is your creation, and if you perform your duties, I will be gentle and gentle with my natural monarch and king. Oh, Frankenstein, we cannot be equal to each other, but trample on me alone, your justice, even your tolerance and To whom love should belong. Remember that I am your creation. I should be your Adam, but I would rather be a fallen angel. You have to be unscathed out of joy. I see happiness everywhere. I am everywhere. This is I cannot avoid it. I am kind and kind. Suffering makes me a demon. Make me happy and I will become virtuous again."
"Son! I won't hear your voice. There is no community between me and you. We are enemies. Say goodbye, or let us try our strength in a battle that must fall."
"How should I move you? Will not pleading turn you blind to your creatures who plead for your kindness and compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I am kind. My soul is full of love and humanity. But I am not one. Man, is a person suffering? You, my creator, hate me; what hope can I get from your companions who don’t owe me anything? They dismiss me. Deserts and dull glaciers are my refuge So. I’ve been wandering here for many days; I’m just not afraid of the ice cave is my residence, and the only place that humans don’t hate. I cheer for these bleak skies, because they are kinder to me than your companions .If many human beings know my existence, they will do like you, arm themselves for my destruction. Then should I not hate those who hate me? I will not maintain any conditions with the enemy. I am in pain, they will Share my misfortune. However, you have the power to reward me and free them from evil, and evil will only make you so powerful that not only you and your family, but also thousands of other people, It is swallowed in anger. Let your sympathy move, don’t despise me. Listen to my story; when you hear this news, please give up or sympathize with me, because you think I deserve it. But listen to me Said. According to human law, guilty persons are allowed to speak on their own defense before being sentenced. Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder, but you will still be wiped out with a satisfied conscience. Own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of mankind! But I want you not to forgive me. Listen to me, and then, if you can, if you can,
I rejoined, "Why do I remember that I used to be a tragic origin and writer?" On that day when I was cursed, heinous demon, once you saw the light! Curse even though I curse myself for forming your hands! You make me too painful to express. You did not let me consider whether I have the only power over you. Free yourself from the form you hate. "
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