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  “"But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This farewell blends triumph and tragedy, as the creature welcomes death as a “funeral pile” where he’ll “exult in agony”—a perverse victory over a life of suffering. “Burning miseries” echo his eternal torment, while “ashes swept into the sea” symbolize erasure, a final escape from a world that rejected him. The uncertain “spirit will sleep in peace” hints at fragile hope beneath his resolve, undercut by the haunting “if it thinks, it will not surely think thus”—a raw admission that even oblivion is unknowable. His “sad and solemn enthusiasm” captures the paradox of his end: not a defeat, but a weary assertion of control over the only thing left to claim—his own destruction. In these last words, the monster transcends his label, becoming a tragic figure who finds “peace” only in ceasing to be—a searing conclusion to a tale of humanity denied, and the high cost of a life spent longing to be seen.

  2025-06-08 喜欢(0) 回复(0)

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  “"Fear not that I shall be the instrument of future...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This final declaration is a tragic surrender to annihilation, as the creature—“polluted by crimes” yet driven by searing remorse—chooses death as his only “consolation.” His vow to “consume to ashes this miserable frame” rejects both his existence and the possibility of replication, a final act of defiance against the “curious wretch” (Frankenstein) who cursed him to life without belonging. The contrast between his early wonder at “sun or stars” and now craving “light… to pass away” traces his soul’s ruin: once a being capable of awe, now a husk of guilt. Phrases like “agonies which now consume me” and “feelings unsatisfied” lay bare the emptiness of vengeance—even in destroying his creator, he finds no peace, only the certainty that “remembrance of us both will vanish.” His death is not defeat but a weary assertion of agency in a world that denied him humanity from the start: a monster’s

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  “"But it is true that I am a wretch. I have murdered the...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This confession is a harrowing self-condemnation, as the creature confronts the abyss of his actions: “murdered the lovely,” “strangled the innocent,” and destroyed his own “creator”—the man he both loathes and defines himself by. The repetition of “I have” hammers home his complicity, yet phrases like “you hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal” reveal a soul consumed by self-loathing far deeper than external judgment. His fixation on his “hands” and “heart” as instruments of evil lays bare the horror of self-awareness: he knows he is a monster, not by nature, but by a choice born of endless suffering. The image of Frankenstein “white and cold in death” is both triumph and ruin, a final proof that vengeance devours the avenger. In these words, the creature is neither villain nor victim but a shattered mirror, reflecting the horror of a world that made monstrosity inevitable—and the inescapable cost of a humanity denied.

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  “"Oh, it is not thus--not thus," interrupted the...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This monologue is a searing plea for humanity, as the creature dissects his fall from “sublime visions” of goodness to self-proclaimed “malignity.” His rejection of “fellow-feeling” masks a raw longing once fueled by “love of virtue,” now curdled into “bitter despair” by relentless rejection. Phrases like “degraded beneath the meanest animal” and “fallen angel” evoke biblical tragedy, yet his insistence on solitude—“I am alone”—stabs at the core of his torture: a soul starved of connection, reduced to “abhorrence” as his only legacy. The paradox of his “excellent qualities” buried under “crime” lays bare Frankenstein’s sin: the monster’s “malignity” is the echo of a world that refused to see him as anything but a thing. In his fractured eloquence, he condemns not just himself, but the cruelty of a society that turned potential into monstrosity—a lament that blurs the line between villainy and victimhood, leaving only the howl of a being who was never allowed to be human.

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  “first impulses, which had suggested to me the duty of obeying...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This confrontation throbs with moral ambiguity and shattered humanity. The creature’s “suffocated voice” and “wild self-reproaches” reveal raw remorse, yet Walton’s “curiosity and compassion” war with Frankenstein’s dying wish to “destroy his enemy.” The stark rebuke—“repentance is superfluous”—condemns his belated grief, but his “ugliness” and “unearthly” form remain a visceral reminder of Frankenstein’s sin. The clash between “duty” and pity mirrors the novel’s core question: can we separate the monster from the man who made him? His incoherent sorrow, stripped of villainy, lays bare a tragic truth: vengeance, once unchained, devours both perpetrator and victim, leaving only hollow regret in its wake.

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  “I entered the cabin where lay the remains of my ill-fated and...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This chilling scene merges horror and pathos, as the creature—“gigantic yet uncouth”—looms over Frankenstein’s corpse, a grotesque shadow of the “admirable friend” he destroyed. The contrast between his “exclamations of grief” and his “loathsome hideousness” shatters the divide between monster and mourner: he weeps for the man who cursed him, yet his body remains a symbol of Frankenstein’s hubris (“mummy-like” hand, “distorted proportions”). Walton’s involuntary revulsion (“shut my eyes”) clashes with the creature’s desperate flight, exposing the tragedy of his existence—condemned to be both victim and villain, unrecognized even in his sorrow. The unfinished “He” leaves his fate悬而未决, a haunting reminder that destruction and despair outlive the ambition that birthed them.

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  “Margaret, what comment can I make on the untimely extinction...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This lament captures Walton’s devastation and disillusion, framed by the “untimely extinction” of Frankenstein’s “glorious spirit”—a tragic oxymoron highlighting the ruin of ambition. His inability to articulate sorrow (“inadequate and feeble”) mirrors the novel’s themes of inexpressible suffering, while “cloud of disappointment” masks the shattered hope of his own Arctic quest. The turn toward “England” and “consolation” is a quiet surrender, renouncing the “glory” he once chased. In this grief, Walton embodies the novel’s final warning: the cost of unchecked ambition is not just personal ruin, but the erosion of belief in the “glory” that drove it—a somber coda to a tale of hubris, loss, and the fragility of human aspiration.

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  “"That he should live to be an instrument of mischief...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This final plea blends regret and resignation, as Frankenstein condemns ambition from his deathbed. “Instrument of mischief” acknowledges his creation’s chaos, while “happy hour” in death reveals the futility of his lifelong torment. The invocation to “seek happiness in tranquillity” rejects his own fatal drive, yet the bitter coda—“another may succeed”—hints at lingering fear that his mistake will repeat. His contradiction—condemning ambition while tacitly affirming its allure—captures the novel’s core warning: even “innocent” curiosity can birth destruction, leaving the dying to mourn what might have been. In these last words, hubris crashes into humility, a shattered visionary begging others to learn from his ruin.

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  “It was long before he was restored; and I often thought that...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This passage dwells in the gasp between life and death, as Frankenstein teeters on the edge of “extinct” existence. The surgeon’s blunt pronouncement—“not many hours to live”—sharpens the fragility of the moment, while phrases like “long before restored” and “breathed with difficulty” linger on the body’s faltering struggle. The command to “leave him undisturbed” layers silence over his suffering, emphasizing his isolation even in death’s shadow. Here, life is reduced to a mechanical fight (“breathed,” “opened his eyes”), stripped of the hubris that defined his creation of the creature. The scene is a quiet reckoning: the man who played god now clings to a life he no longer controls, a humbling end to a tale of ambition—reminding readers that even the “creator” is ultimately at the mercy of the same fragile mortality he sought to defy.

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  “in every direction. We were in the most imminent peril; but,...” 全部笔记（1） 去书内

  This excerpt contrasts chaos and relief, weaving nature’s fury (“ice… roarings like thunder”) with fragile human hope. The crew’s “tumultuous joy” at escaping death clashes with Frankenstein’s虚弱 (“confined to his bed”), highlighting the cost of survival—while others celebrate “return to England,” he remains a prisoner of his guilt, unable to share in deliverance. The casual mention of his “dozing” and abrupt awakening underscores his alienation: even in reprieve, his mind is trapped in the horror of his creation, disconnected from the sailors’ simple triumph. The scene quietly underscores the novel’s tragic core: survival without peace is its own form of damnation, as Frankenstein’s hollow “return” mirrors the creature’s eternal exile.

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