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Title: Frankenstein |
or, The Modern Prometheus |
Author: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley |
Release Date: October 31, 1993 [eBook #84] |
[Most recently updated: December 2, 2022] |
Language: English |
Produced by: Judith Boss, Christy Phillips, Lynn Hanninen and David Meltzer. HTML version by Al Haines. |
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FRANKENSTEIN *** |
Frankenstein; |
or, the Modern Prometheus |
by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley |
CONTENTS |
Letter 1 |
Letter 2 |
Letter 3 |
Letter 4 |
Chapter 1 |
Chapter 2 |
Chapter 3 |
Chapter 4 |
Chapter 5 |
Chapter 6 |
Chapter 7 |
Chapter 8 |
Chapter 9 |
Chapter 10 |
Chapter 11 |
Chapter 12 |
Chapter 13 |
Chapter 14 |
Chapter 15 |
Chapter 16 |
Chapter 17 |
Chapter 18 |
Chapter 19 |
Chapter 20 |
Chapter 21 |
Chapter 22 |
Chapter 23 |
Chapter 24 |
Letter 1 |
_To Mrs. Saville, England._ |
St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17—. |
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the |
commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil |
forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure |
my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success |
of my undertaking. |
I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of |
Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which |
braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this |
feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards |
which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. |
Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent |
and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of |
frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the |
region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever |
visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a |
perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put |
some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; |
and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in |
wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable |
globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the |
phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered |