Chapter 968:

"But I cannot ask you to give up your country and friends to complete this task; now you will return to the UK and the chance of meeting him will be very small. However, taking these points into consideration, and a good balance of responsibilities you can respect yourself , I leave it to you; my judgment and ideas have been disturbed by the approaching death. I dare not ask you to do what I think is right, because I may still be misled by passion.
"He should live to be a tool for pranks, which disturbs me; in other respects, this is the only happy time I have in years, this is the time I temporarily hope to be released. The figure of the dear dead is before me, I hugged them in a hurry. Goodbye, Walton! Seek happiness in peace and avoid ambition, even if this is only one of the obvious naiveties that distinguishes science and discovery. But why should I say that? I have placed hope on myself, but it is possible to succeed."
When he spoke, his voice became weak, and after some exhaustion, he fell into silence. About half an hour later, he tried to speak again, but was unable to speak. He pressed my hand weakly, his eyes closed forever, and the light of the gentle smile disappeared from his lips.
Margaret, what is my comment on the obsolescence of this glorious spirit? What can I say to make you understand the depth of my grief? Everything I want to express is insufficient and weak. My tears flowed; a cloud of disappointment enveloped my heart. But when I go to England, I may feel comforted there.
I was interrupted. What do these sounds indicate? It was midnight; the breeze was blowing and the watch on the deck barely moved. There is another voice that resembles a human voice, but hoarse. It came from the cabin where Frankenstein’s body was still present. I must review it. Good night, my sister.
Great God! What just happened! I feel dizzy about its memory. I hardly know whether I have the right to elaborate on this. However, without this final and wonderful disaster, the story I have recorded would be incomplete.
I entered the cabin and lay there the remains of my unfortunate and admirable friend. Hanging from his body is a form that I can't describe in words-a huge figure, but bluffing and distorting the proportions. When he hung on the coffin, a long pile of torn hair covered his face. But he stretched out a big hand, the color and appearance are like a mummy. When he heard the sound of me approaching, he no longer exclaimed sadness and fear, but flocked to the window. I have never seen an ugly sight as terrible, nasty and shocking like his face. I closed my eyes involuntarily, trying to remember the duties of this destroyer. I call on him to stay.
He stopped, looked at me in surprise, and then turned to the lifeless look of the creator. He seemed to have forgotten my existence, and every function and gesture seemed to be driven by some uncontrollable passion.
"That's my victim too!" he shouted. "In his murder, my crime was perfect; the tragic end of my life is about to end! Oh, Frankenstein! The existence of generosity and suicide! I now ask you to forgive me, what is the use? Me, by destroying Your loved one destroyed you irretrievably. Alas! He is cold, he cannot answer me."
His voice seemed suffocating, and one of my impulses suggested to me that I had an obligation to obey my friend's urgent request to destroy his enemy, which was now stopped due to curiosity and compassion. I am close to this huge life. I dare not look at his face with my eyes wide open, his ugliness is a little frightening and unbelievable. I tried to speak, but the words disappeared from my lips. The monster continued to issue wild and consistent self-blame. Finally, I gathered my determination, and stopped to speak to him amidst his violent passion.
I said: "Your repentance is now unnecessary. If you listen to the voice of your conscience and heed the sting of remorse before urging vicious revenge on your limbs, then Frankenstein is still alive."
"Are you dreaming?" the demon said. "Do you think I died of pain and regret? He continued, pointing at the corpse, "He did not suffer from the perfection of the contract. Oh! In the painful execution process, not one-tenth of my pain. The terrible selfishness made me anxious, but my heart was poisoned by regret. Do you think the yin in my ear is music? My heart is shaped to be easily affected by love and compassion. When suffering tormented by sin and hatred, it cannot endure the violence of change without the torture you can't imagine.
"After being murdered, I was heartbroken and returned to Switzerland. I have pity for Frankenstein; my pity makes me feel terrified; I hate myself. But when I discover him, my existence is so unspeakable When the tormented author dared to pin his hopes on happiness, although he accumulated grief and despair in me, he sought his own feelings and passion from my indulgence. He was forbidden forever, and then rudely jealous and painful. Indignation filled me with an insatiable desire for revenge. I recalled my threat and decided that it should be resolved. I knew I was preparing myself for a fatal torture, but I was a slave to impulse, not a master , I hate but I can’t resist. However, when she is dead! No, then I am not in pain. I have got rid of all the feelings, endured all the pain, and made the riots beyond my despair. Since then, evil has become mine. Goodness. So far, I have urged me to have no choice but to adapt my nature to an element that I voluntarily chose. My completion of human body design has become an insatiable passion. Now it is over; there is My last victim!"
At first I was shocked by his pain. However, when I think of Frankenstein's assessment of eloquence and persuasiveness, and when I once again set my sights on inanimate friends, my heart is full of indignation. "Oops!" I said. "I'm glad you came here and complained about the desolation you committed. You threw the torch into a bunch of buildings, and when the buildings were consumed, you sat in the ruins, sighing for the fall. Hypocritical devil ! If you mourn for him still alive, he will still become the object of your hatred and revenge, and become the victim of your hatred again. What you feel is a pity; the reason why you lament is only because your vicious victim is from your Power has been withdrawn."
"Oh, it's not like this, it's not like this," interrupted existence. "However, this must be the impression that my behavior intends to convey to you. But I do not seek the feeling of companionship in suffering. I can never find sympathy. When I seek it once, I hope to participate in the virtues. Love, feelings for happiness and affection. But now, virtue has become my shadow, happiness and affection have become despair of pain and disgust, how can I seek sympathy? I am willing to endure pain while alone. When I die Later, I was satisfied that disgust and disgust would aggravate my memory. Once, my fantasies were soothed by dreams of virtue, fame, and enjoyment. Once I wrongly hope to meet those who forgive my appearance, I will show The superb quality will love me. I was nurtured with lofty dedication and dedication. But now crime has reduced me to a despicable animal. There is no sin, no hoax, no malignancy, no suffering, comparable to me. When I translate When I went through the terrible evil catalogue, I couldn’t believe that I was the same person, whose thoughts were once filled with the sublime and extraordinary imagination of beauty and kindness. But the fact is. Fallen angels become demons. However, even God and The enemy of man has friends and partners in his bleakness. I am alone. There is no suffering and can be found to be comparable to me. When I went through the terrible evil catalogue, I could not believe that I was the same person, whose thoughts were once full He has a lofty and extraordinary imagination for beauty and kindness. But this is the truth. Fallen angels become demons. However, even the enemies of God and man have friends and partners in his desolation. I am alone. Nothing. Suffering can be found to be comparable to me. When I went through the terrible evil catalog, I couldn't believe that I was the same person, whose thoughts were once full of noble and extraordinary imaginations of beauty and kindness. But the fact is. Depraved The angel turned into a demon. However, even the enemies of God and man have friends and partners in his desolation. I am alone.
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