by the dim and yellow light of the moon…

September 28, 2016

a-monster

I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed: when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch – the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me.

Mary Shelley
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

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