Kitap · Frankenstein
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Yazar: Mary Shelley
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Sometimes I grew alarmed at the wreck I perceived that I had
become; the energy of my purpose alone sustained me: my labours
would soon end, and I believed that exercise and amusement would
then drive away incipient disease; and I promised myself both of
these when my creation should be complete.
Chapter 5
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. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered
dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out,
when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the
dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a
convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
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