The Horror of My Creation

I took refuge in the court-yard 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. 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.