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"Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of humankind whom

these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, Frankenstein! If thou wert

yet alive and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it

would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction. But

it was not so; thou didst seek my extinction, that I might not

cause greater wretchedness; and if yet, in some mode unknown to

me, thou hadst not ceased to think and feel, thou wouldst not

desire against me a vengeance greater than that which I feel.

Blasted as thou wert, my agony was still superior to thine, for

the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to rankle in my wounds

until death shall close them for ever.