Show Notes
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 a half extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.
It breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. Who doesn't get chills when reading an excerpt from Frankenstein, The Ultimate Masterpiece, where the line between creator and creation blurs, and the true horrors of the human soul are revealed?
