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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY KIERSTEN WHITE
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Part One: How Can I Live Without Thee?
  6. Chapter One: To Be Weak Is Miserable
  7. Chapter Two: What Hath Night to Do with Sleep?
  8. Chapter Three: In Wandering Mazes Lost
  9. Chapter Four: Half Lost, I Seek
  10. Chapter Five: With Purpose to Explore or to Disturb
  11. Chapter Six: Round He Throws His Baleful Eyes
  12. Chapter Seven: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
  13. Chapter Eight: Horror and Doubt Distract His Troubled Thoughts
  14. Chapter Nine: This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light
  15. Chapter Ten: To Lose Thee Were to Lose Myself
  16. Chapter Eleven: When from Sleep I First Awaked
  17. Part Two: What Is Dark Within Me, Illumine
  18. Chapter Twelve: At Once Indebted and Discharged
  19. Chapter Thirteen: That All This Good of Evil Shall Produce
  20. Chapter Fourteen: What Can We Suffer Worse?
  21. Chapter Fifteen: Love or Hate, to Me Alike
  22. Chapter Sixteen: So Farewell Hope
  23. Part Three: Long Is the Way and Hard, That Out of Hell Leads Up to Light
  24. Chapter Seventeen: Which Way Shall I Fly
  25. Chapter Eighteen: His Dark Materials to Create More Worlds
  26. Chapter Nineteen: Should God Create Another Eve
  27. Chapter Twenty: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of My Bone
  28. Chapter Twenty-one: Him Whom to Love Is to Obey
  29. Chapter Twenty-two: Hail Horrors, Hail Infernal World
  30. Chapter Twenty-three: So Shall the World Go on, to Good Malignant, to Bad Men Benign
  31. Chapter Twenty-four: And Study of Revenge, Immortal Hate
  32. Chapter Twenty-five: Did I Request Thee, Maker, from My Clay, to Mold Me Man?
  33. Chapter Twenty-six: Which Way Shall I Fly
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven: That Must Be Our Cure: To Be No More
  35. Epilogue: I Sung of Chaos and Eternal Night
  36. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  37. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  38. Excerpt from The Guinevere Deception
  39. About the Author
  40. TEACHER GUIDE, ARRANGED BY THEME
  41. Frankenstein
  42. Author’s Introduction
  43. Preface
  44. Chapter I
  45. Chapter II
  46. Chapter III
  47. Chapter IV
  48. Chapter V
  49. Chapter VI
  50. Chapter VII
  51. Chapter VIII
  52. Chapter IX
  53. Chapter X
  54. Chapter XI
  55. Chapter XII
  56. Chapter XIII
  57. Chapter XIV
  58. Chapter XV
  59. Chapter XVI
  60. Chapter XVII
  61. Chapter XVIII
  62. Chapter XIX
  63. Chapter XX
  64. Chapter XXI
  65. Chapter XXII
  66. Chapter XXIII
  67. Chapter XXIV
  68. About The Modern Library
  69. What’s next onyour reading list?

So saying, he stepped aside, and wrote down a list of several books treating of natural philosophy, which he desired me to procure; and dismissed me, after mentioning that in the beginning of the following week he intended to commence a course of lectures upon natural philosophy in its general relations, and that M. Waldman, fellow-professor, would lecture upon chemistry the alternate days that he omitted.

I returned home, not disappointed, for I have said that I had long considered those authors useless whom the professor reprobated; but I returned, not at all the more inclined to recur to these studies in any shape. M. Krempe was a little squat man, with a gruff voice and a repulsive countenance; the teacher, therefore, did not prepossess me in favour of his pursuits. In rather a too philosophical and connected a strain, perhaps, I have given an account of the conclusions I had come to concerning them in my early years. As a child, I had not been content with the results promised by the modern professors of natural science. With a confusion of ideas only to be accounted for by my extreme youth, and my want of a guide on such matters, I had retrod the steps of knowledge along the paths of time, and exchanged the discoveries of recent inquirers for the dreams of forgotten alchymists. Besides, I had a contempt for the uses of modern natural philosophy. It was very different when the masters of the science sought immortality and power; such views, although futile, were grand: but now the scene was changed. The ambition of the inquirer seemed to limit itself to the annihilation of those visions on which my interest in science was chiefly founded. I was required to exchange chimeras of boundless grandeur for realities of little worth.

Such were my reflections during the first two or three days of my residence at Ingolstadt, which were chiefly spent in becoming acquainted with the localities, and the principal residents in my new abode. But as the ensuing week commenced, I thought of the information which M. Krempe had given me concerning the lectures. And although I could not consent to go and hear that little conceited fellow deliver sentences out of a pulpit, I recollected what he had said of M. Waldman, whom I had never seen, as he had hitherto been out of town.