Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even
you
turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.
- Frankenstein; Or The Modern Prometheus
by Mary Shelley
I'm sad to admit that I tried to read this as a teen and only made it through the first few chapters. In my defense, I was trying to read in a hot car...
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