My person was hideous and my stature gigantic. What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a deep existential crisis and a search for identity, questioning one's nature and purpose.
In this quote, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley explores profound themes of self-identity and existentialism through the perspective of a character grappling with their grotesque appearance and immense stature. The repetition of existential questions about identity, origin, and destiny highlights the struggles individuals face in understanding their place in the world, especially when they find themselves at odds with societal norms or self-perception.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about the complexities of identity in literature.
Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of a void, but out of chaos; the materials must in the first place be afforded; it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself.
The instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.
Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.
Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. '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 resemlance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.' - Frankenstein
Seeing ourselves as others see us would probably confirm our worst suspicions about them.
People only say I'm angry because I'm black and I'm a woman. But all sorts of people write with strong feeling, the way I do.
I threw up again that night, half-afraid that my eyeballs would explode. But it was, by far, more important that I get rid of dinner. Of course, by then, throwing up was the only way I knew how to deal with fear. That paradox would begin to run my life: to know that what you are doing is hurting you, maybe killing you, and to be afraid of that fact--but to cling to the idea that this will save you, it will, in the end, make things okay.
My object in life is to dethrone God and destroy capitalism.
What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.
One sees in Latin America, and also elsewhere, among many Catholics a certain schizophrenia between individual and public morality.
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