My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of
love and sympathy, and when wrenched by
misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the
violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even
imagine.– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of
love and sympathy, and when wrenched by
misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the
violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even
imagine.– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein