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pending/1945: New Mini Cupcakes with only 100-Calories Per Serving (pending) |
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>Number: 1945
>Category: pending
>Synopsis: New Mini Cupcakes with only 100-Calories Per Serving
>Confidential: no
>Severity: serious
>Priority: medium
>Responsible: unassigned
>State: open
>Class: sw-bug
>Submitter-Id: net
>Arrival-Date: Sat Jan 10 23:16:57 -0600 2009
>Originator: "LoCalCupcakes" <address@hidden>
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<These feelings dictated my answer to my father. I expressed a wish to visit
England, but concealing the true reasons of this request, I clothed my desires
under a guise which excited no suspicion, while I urged my desire with an
earnestness that easily induced my father to comply. After so long a period of
an absorbing melancholy that resembled madness in its intensity and effects, he
was glad to find that I was capable of taking pleasure in the idea of such a
journey, and he hoped that change of scene and varied amusement would, before
my return, have restored me entirely to myself.
The duration of my absence was left to my own choice; a few months, or at most
a year, was the period contemplated. One paternal kind precaution he had taken
to ensure my having a companion. Without previously communicating with me, he
had, in concert with Elizabeth, arranged that Clerval should join me at
Strasbourg. This interfered with the solitude I coveted for the prosecution of
my task; yet at the commencement of my journey the presence of my friend could
in no way be an impediment, and truly I rejoiced that thus I should be saved
many hours of lonely, maddening reflection. Nay, Henry might stand between me
and the intrusion of my foe. If I were alone, would he not at times force his
abhorred presence on me to remind me of my task or to contemplate its progress?
To England, therefore, I was bound, and it was understood that my union with
Elizabeth should take place immediately on my return. My fathers age rendered
him extremely averse to delay. For myself, there was one reward I promised
myself from my detested toilsone consolation for my unparalleled sufferings;
it was the prospect of that day when, enfranchised from my miserable slavery, I
might claim Elizabeth and forget the past in my union with her.
I now made arrangements for my journey, but one feeling haunted me which
filled me with fear and agitation. During my absence I should leave my friends
unconscious of the existence of their enemy and unprotected from his attacks,
exasperated as he might be by my departure. But he had promised to follow me
wherever I might go, and would he not accompany me to England? This imagination
was dreadful in itself, but soothing inasmuch as it supposed the safety of my
friends. I was agonized with the idea of the possibility that the reverse of
this might happen. But through the whole period during which I was the slave of
my creature I allowed myself to be governed by the impulses of the moment; and
my present sensations strongly intimated that the fiend would follow me and
exempt my family from the danger of his machinations.
It was in the latter end of September that I again quitted my native country.
My journey had been my own suggestion, and Elizabeth therefore acquiesced, but
she was filled with disquiet at the idea of my suffering, away from her, the
inroads of misery and grief. It had been her care which provided me a companion
in Clervaland yet a man is blind to a thousand minute circumstances which call
forth a womans sedulous attention. She longed to bid me hasten my return; a
thousand conflicting emotions rendered her mute as she bade me a tearful,
silent farewell.
I threw myself into the carriage that was to convey me away, hardly knowing
whither I was going, and careless of what was passing around. I remembered
only, and it was with a bitter anguish that I reflected on it, to order that my
chemical instruments should be packed to go with me. Filled with dreary
imaginations, I passed through many beautiful and majestic scenes, but my eyes
were fixed and unobserving. I could only think of the bourne of my travels and
the work which was to occupy me whilst they endured.
After some days spent in listless indolence, during which I traversed many
leagues, I arrived at Strasbourg, where I waited two days for Clerval. He came.
Alas, how great was the contrast between us! He was alive to every new scene,
joyful when he saw the beauties of the setting sun, and more happy when he
beheld it rise and recommence a new day. He pointed out to me the shifting
colours of the landscape and the appearances of the sky. This is what it is to
live, he cried; how I enjoy existence! But you, my dear Frankenstein, wherefore
are you desponding and sorrowful! In truth, I was occupied by gloomy thoughts
and neither saw the descent of the evening star nor the golden sunrise
reflected in the Rhine. And you, my friend, would be far more amused with the
journal of Clerval, who observed the scenery with an eye of feeling and
delight, than in listening to my reflections. I, a miserable wretch, haunted by
a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.
We had agreed to descend the Rhine in a boat from Strasbourg to Rotterdam,
whence we might take shipping for London. During this voyage we passed many
willowy islands and saw several beautiful towns. We stayed a day at Mannheim,
and on the fifth from our departure from Strasbourg, arrived at Mainz. The
course of the Rhine below Mainz becomes much more picturesque. The river
descends rapidly and winds between hills, not high, but steep, and of beautiful
forms. We saw many ruined castles standing on the edges of precipices,
surrounded by black woods, high and inaccessible. This part of the Rhine,
indeed, presents a singularly variegated landscape. In one spot you view rugged
hills, ruined castles overlooking tremendous precipices, with the dark Rhine
rushing beneath; and on the sudden turn of a promontory, flourishing vineyards
with green sloping banks and a meandering river and populous towns occupy the
scene.
We travelled at the time of the vintage and heard the song of the labourers as
we glided down the stream. Even I, depressed in mind, and my spirits
continually agitated by gloomy feelings, even I was pleased. I lay at the
bottom of the boat, and as I gazed on the cloudless blue sky, I seemed to drink
in a tranquillity to which I had long been a stranger. And if these were my
sensations, who can describe those of Henry? He felt as if he had been
transported to fairy land and enjoyed a happiness seldom tasted by man. I have
seen, he said, the most beautiful scenes of my own country; I have visited the
lakes of Lucerne and Uri, where the snowy mountains descend almost
perpendicularly to the water, casting black and impenetrable shades, which
would cause a gloomy and mournful appearance were it not for the most verdant
islands that believe the eye by their gay appearance; I have seen this lake
agitated by a tempest, when the wind tore up whirlwinds of water and gave you
an idea
o
f what the water spout must be on the great ocean; and the waves dash with
fury the base of the mountain, where the priest and his mistress were
overwhelmed by an avalanche and where their dying voices are still said to be
heard amid the pauses of the nightly wind; I have seen the mountains of La
Valais, and the Pays de Vaud; but this country, Victor, pleases me more than
all those wonders. The mountains of Switzerland are more majestic and strange,
but there is a charm in the banks of this divine river that I never before saw
equalled. Look at that castle which overhangs yon precipice; and that also on
the island, almost concealed amongst the foliage of those lovely trees; and now
that group of labourers coming from among their vines; and that village half
hid in the recess of the mountain. Oh, surely the spirit that inhabits and
guards this place has a soul more in harmony with man than those who pile the
glacier or retire to the inaccessible peaks of the mountains of our
own country. Clerval! Beloved friend! Even now it delights me to record your
words and to dwell on the praise of which you are so eminently deserving. He
was a being formed in the very poetry of nature. His wild and enthusiastic
imagination was chastened by the sensibility of his heart. His soul overflowed
with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous
nature that the world minded teach us to look for only in the imagination. But
even human sympathies were not sufficient to satisfy his eager mind. The
scenery of external nature, which others regard only with admiration, he loved
with ardour:>
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