Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Daily Dose

From Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley


"It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet."

From Chapter Five

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