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Notes and Reflections on Books and Media

by Hannah Leitheiser

Refuge

Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Mary Shelley

1818

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2017-07-05

'"The desert mountains and dreary glaciers are my refuge. I have wandered here many days; the caves of ice, which I only do not fear, are a dwelling to me, and the only one which man does not grudge. These bleak skies I hail, for they are kinder to me than your fellow beings. If the multitude of mankind knew of my existence, they would do as you do, and arm themselves for my destruction." - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus (1818)