Frankenstein

My heart was fashioned…

“… to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot imagine.”

— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein: or, The Modern Prometheus

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