Victor Frankenstein

After my love for alchemy has subsided, I gradually became inclined into a field of study that would create life. The obsession of my pursuit of this knowledge has, in consequence, slowly seperated me from human interaction. What was a spirited, innocent kid, who was curious in the aspect of science, transformed into a corrupted man, engulfed in scientific endeavours. After the creating life I was anxious to create, I for some reason, became scared, as if embarrassed of my creation-I felt guilty. The beauty of my dream vanished, and therefore my heart was filled with the disgust of this guilt. Thus, this started the chain of the miserable events in my life: through the rage of the thing I created, he killed my younger brother, William, and Justine. After finally coming to my senses I refused to finish creating the creature's most desired female companion. He continued his rage, and killed my friend Henry, my wife Elizabeth, and my father. Sad that I was, I actually have not had much input into human society for I was vilified for my unusual actions; I felt trapped by my guilt-I felt exilied. My only ticket way back home was to rid of this guilt. He is my creation, and therefore, I am bound to him. "The task of his destruction was mine, but I failed"(Victor Frankenstein, Chapter 24, pg. 199-200). I now know that the acquirement of knowledge is dangerous; those who listen to me will end up having a life much happier than mine.