"I hailed the darkness that shut Ireland from my sight,and my pulse beat with a feverish joy when I reflected that I should soon seeGeneva. The past appeared to me in the light of a frightful dream; yet thevessel in which I was, the wind that blew me from the detested shore ofIreland, and the sea which surrounded me told me too forcibly that I wasdeceived by no vision and that Clerval, my friend and dearest companion, hadfallen a victim to me and the monster of my creation."

- From Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheusby Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Chapter 21

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