People always like bright things, which is totally understandable. But the hero of this book Victor make me loathing, so have no sense of responsibility, for their so-called scientific curiosity to create a monster, and then abandon him in disgust. When the living corpse told how pathetic he had been as he dwelt near the ruined house of the aristocrat, and how little he wanted to understand and communicate, this poor hope was beaten away with a flurry of blows.

It was in this concealment that he learned all the knowledge and experience which should have come from his creator. However, after he became desperate, he killed someone and killed the hero's relatives, which was the hero's own fault. He should have taken the responsibility to teach the monster, but he got away with disgust. His creator loathes the living corpse, and what can he expect to be loved, and all he desires is a little glimmer of love.