{"id":7029,"date":"2014-10-05T20:27:51","date_gmt":"2014-10-05T20:27:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=7029"},"modified":"2020-05-17T12:27:26","modified_gmt":"2020-05-17T12:27:26","slug":"frankenstein-m-shelley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=7029","title":{"rendered":"Frankenstein"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0<strong> \u00a0Mary Shelley [1797 &#8211; 1851]<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>How do you do?<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Mr. Carl Laemmle feels\u00a0it would be a little unkind\u00a0to present this picture without\u00a0just a word of friendly warning.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>We are about to unfold\u00a0the story of Frankenstein.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>A man of science,\u00a0who sought to create\u00a0a man after his own image,\u00a0without reckoning upon God.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>It is one of the strangest tales ever told.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>It deals with the two great\u00a0mysteries of creation:\u00a0life and death.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I think it will thrill you.\u00a0It may shock you.\u00a0It might even horrify you.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>So if any of you feel that you do not care\u00a0to subject your nerves to such a strain,\u00a0now is your chance to, er &#8230; \u00a0Well, we&#8217;ve warned you.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2022\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=H1tn_t4BN5c#t=569\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Listen [dramatic reading]<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0\/ \u00a0\u00a0\u2022\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.literaturepage.com\/read\/frankenstein.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Read<\/a>\u2190<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/XRppXdKDY_c\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe>\u2190 \u00a0<strong>PLOT\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6>\u25ca \u00a0\u00abFrankenstein\u00bb \u00a0\u2193\u00a0excerpt from Chapter 5<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oDcXoucaeoo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>IT WAS<\/strong>\u00a0on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, 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.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! &#8212; Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=llH6_bdglns\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-7030\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Frankenstein.gif\" alt=\"Frankenstein\" width=\"245\" height=\"245\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Frankenstein.gif 350w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Frankenstein-150x150.gif 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Frankenstein-300x300.gif 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 245px) 100vw, 245px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room, continued a long time traversing my bed chamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep. At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured; and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness. But it was in vain: I slept, indeed, but I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. 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 &#8212; 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. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited; where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Oh! no mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery; at others, I nearly sank to the ground through languor and extreme weakness. Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness of disappointment; dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so complete!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Morning, dismal and wet, at length dawned, and discovered to my sleepless and aching eyes the church of Ingolstadt, white steeple and clock, which indicated the sixth hour. The porter opened the gates of the court, which had that night been my asylum, and I issued into the streets, pacing them with quick steps, as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the street would present to my view. I did not dare return to the apartment which I inhabited, but felt impelled to hurry on, although drenched by the rain which poured from a black and comfortless sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I continued walking in this manner for some time, endeavouring, by bodily exercise, to ease the load that weighed upon my mind. I traversed the streets, without any clear conception of where I was, or what I was doing. My heart palpitated in the sickness of fear; and I hurried on with irregular steps, not daring to look about me:-<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\u00abLike one who, on a lonely road,<br \/>\nDoth walk in fear and dread,<br \/>\nAnd, having once turned round, walks on,<br \/>\nAnd turns no more his head;<br \/>\nBecause he knows a frightful fiend<br \/>\nDoth close behind him tread.\u00bb<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a4\u00a0 Frankenstein \u00a0[1931]<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=llH6_bdglns\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-7031\" src=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/frank+kid.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"312\" height=\"228\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/frank+kid.gif 350w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/frank+kid-300x220.gif 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/frank+kid-150x110.gif 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px\" \/><\/a><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Still regarded as the definitive film version of Mary Shelley&#8217;s classic tale of tragedy and horror, <strong>Frankenstein<\/strong> made unknown character actor <strong>Boris Karloff<\/strong> a star and created a new icon of terror. Along with the highly successful Dracula, released earlier the same year, it launched Universal Studio&#8217;s golden age of 1930s horror movies.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The film&#8217;s greatness stems less from its script than from the stark but moody atmosphere created by director <strong>James Whale<\/strong>; Herman Rosse&#8217;s memorable set designs,\u00a0particularly the fantastic watchtower laboratory, featuring electrical equipment designed by Kenneth Strickfaden; the creature&#8217;s trademark look from makeup artist Jack Pierce, who required Karloff to don pounds of makeup and heavy asphalt shoes to create the monster&#8217;s unique lurching gait; and Karloff&#8217;s nuanced performance as the tormented and bewildered creature.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">[rottentomatoes] . . . \u00a0Click pic for clip\u00a0 \u2191<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>DADDY<\/strong>: \u00a0\u00a0You stay here, Maria.\u00a0I&#8217;ll just take a look at my traps.<br \/>\nThen we&#8217;ll go to the village\u00a0and have a grand time, huh?<br \/>\n<strong>MARIA<\/strong>: \u00a0&#8211; You won&#8217;t be long, Daddy?<br \/>\n<strong>DADDY<\/strong>: \u00a0&#8211; Oh, no.\u00a0If Franz comes by,\u00a0tell him I&#8217;ll be back soon.<br \/>\n<strong>MARIA<\/strong>: \u00a0Daddy, won&#8217;t you stay\u00a0and play with me a little while?<br \/>\n<strong>DADDY<\/strong>: \u00a0\u00a0I&#8217;m too busy, darling.\u00a0You stay and play with the kitty, huh?<br \/>\n<strong>MARIA<\/strong>: \u00a0&#8211; Bye, Daddy.<br \/>\n<strong>DADDY<\/strong>: \u00a0&#8211; Goodbye.\u00a0Be a good girl now.<br \/>\n<strong>MARIA<\/strong>: \u00a0 Come on, kitty&#8230;<br \/>\nWho are you? 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