Oct 22, 2026 · 43 min · 13 segments
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Colin MorganHost
The rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? How delineate the wretch whom, with such infinite pains and care, I had endeavored to form? And I had selected his features as beautiful.
But these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
I had worked hard for nearly two years for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body.
Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
At length, lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavoring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness.
I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Inglestadt.
But as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death.
Her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms.
A shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.
The rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? How delineate the wretch whom, with such infinite pains and care, I had endeavored to form? And I had selected his features as beautiful.
But these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same color as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips.
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
I had worked hard for nearly two years for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body.
Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and continued a long time traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
At length, lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavoring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness.
I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Inglestadt.
But as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death.
Her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms.
A shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.
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