Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of a void, but out of chaos; the materials must in the first place be afforded; it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself.
I beheld the wretch-the miserable monster whom I had created.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses the creator's horror and regret at the outcome of their creation, reflecting on themes of responsibility and monstrosity.
In this quote, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley illustrates the profound emotional turmoil of a creator who confronts the consequences of their own actions. The 'wretch' symbolizes the creature born out of ambition and neglect, leading to a powerful commentary on the ethical responsibilities human beings bear towards their creations, whether they be individuals or ideas. The phrase highlights the internal conflict and despair that can arise when one's ambitions turn into nightmares, urging a reflection on identity, creation, and the implications of abandonment.
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In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the ethics of scientific experimentation.
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All quotes βThe instructor can scarcely give sensibility where it is essentially wanting, nor talent to the unpercipient block. But he can cultivate and direct the affections of the pupil, who puts forth, as a parasite, tendrils by which to cling, not knowing to what - to a supporter or a destroyer.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.
Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains, and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live. Our circle will be small, but bound close by the ties of affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived.
Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemlance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.' - Frankenstein
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