"... inciting within me a desire to become an actor in the busy scene where so many admirable qualities were called forth and displayed." (The creature, pg. 90)
This shall be my last rant for a while, I think. I make no guarentees. This story also makes me think of cloning. Taking the genetic material of one person and replicating it into another. Sick. I absolutely abhor cloning. However, I do believe that clones have souls. All human life is willed by God, whether it's created in a petri dish or a womb. While the act of creating and attempting to create life outside of marriage and sex is incredibly evil, the actual life created isn't. I think that's what Victor fails to see here. He doesn't love his creature because he thinks since he made it, it's less deserving of dignity. Au contraire, mon frere! I feel so bad for the creature because he has been dealt such a terrible card in life. He's been stitched together from a bunch of corpses and he doesn't have a family. People that think they can create life outside of the family drive me up the wall. How would little Franky like it if his parents saw him smiling and were disgusted? Not one bit, I guarantee it. And yet, there Victor goes, treating his creature with such contempt. Brat.
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