Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Quotes





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.
- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley






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