Everytime I read Frankenstein, the same line makes me put the book down and stare at the wall. Itβs my favorite line in the book; it has its own highlighter color in my annotations. The first time I read it, I literally detoured after my last class just to tell my lit teacher how much I liked the line because I couldnβt wait until second period the next day. Hereβs the line:
βLife, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.β
This is said by the creature. He wanted to live. He wanted to live life so badly even though he had had such a difficult one. He still loved the song of the birds and the smell of the flowers and the joy in the world even if he never got to truly experience that joy. I just. AHHHH.
He wanted to fight for a life he never got to live.
