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>Number: 984
>Category: pending
>Synopsis: We want to give you a check for your opinion Friend
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>Severity: serious
>Priority: medium
>Responsible: unassigned
>State: open
>Class: sw-bug
>Submitter-Id: net
>Arrival-Date: Sat Jan 10 23:15:34 -0600 2009
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I have written myself into better spirits, dear cousin; but my anxiety returns
upon me as I conclude. Write, dearest Victor,one lineone word will be a
blessing to us. Ten thousand thanks to Henry for his kindness, his affection,
and his many letters; we are sincerely grateful. Adieu! my cousin; take care of
your self; and, I entreat you, write!
Elizabeth Lavenza.Dear, dear Elizabeth! I exclaimed, when I had read her
letter: I will write instantly and relieve them from the anxiety they must
feel. I wrote, and this exertion greatly fatigued me; but my convalescence had
commenced, and proceeded regularly. In another fortnight I was able to leave my
chamber. One of my first duties on my recovery was to introduce Clerval to the
several professors of the university. In doing this, I underwent a kind of
rough usage, ill befitting the wounds that my mind had sustained. Ever since
the fatal night, the end of my labours, and the beginning of my misfortunes, I
had conceived a violent antipathy even to the name of natural philosophy. When
I was otherwise quite restored to heal the sight of a chemical instrument would
renew all the agony of my nervous symptoms. Henry saw this, and had removed all
my apparatus from my view. He had also changed my apartment; for he perceived
that I had acquired a dislike for the room which had pr
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viously been my laboratory. But these cares of Clerval were made of no avail
when I visited the professors. M. Waldman inflicted torture when he praised,
with kindness and warm the astonishing progress I had made in the sciences. He
soon perceived that I disliked the subject; but not guessing the real cause, he
attributed my feelings to modesty, and changed the subject from my improvement,
to the science itself, with a desire, as I evidently saw, of drawing me out.
What could I do? He meant to please, and he tormented me. I felt as if he had
placed carefully, one by one, in my five * those instruments which were to be
afterwards used in putting me to a slow and cruel death. I writhed under his
words, yet dared not exhibit the pain I felt. Clerval, whose eyes and feelings
were always quick in discerning the sensations of others, declined the subject,
alleging, in excuse, his total ignorance; and the conversation took a more
general turn. I thanked my friend from my heart, bu
t
I did not speak. I saw plainly that he was surprised, but he never attempted
to draw my secret from me; and although I loved him with a mixture of affection
and reverence that knew no bounds, yet I could never persuade myself to confide
in him that event which was so often present to my recollection, but which I
feared the detail to another would only impress more deeply.
M. Krempe was not equally docile; and in my condition at that time, of almost
insupportable sensitiveness, his harsh blunt encomiums gave me even more pain
than the benevolent approbation of M. Waldman. Dn the fellow! cried he; why, M.
Clerval, I assure you he has outstript us all. Ay, stare if you please; but it
is nevertheless true. A youngster who, but a few years ago, believed in
Cornelius Agrippa as firmly as in the gospel, has now set himself at the head
of the university; and if he is not soon pulled down, we shall all be out of
countenance.Ay, ay, continued he, observing my face expressive of suffering, M.
Frankenstein is modest; an excellent quality in a young man. Young men should
be diffident of themselves, you know, M. Clerval: I was myself when young; but
that wears out in a very short time.
M. Krempe had now commenced an eulogy on himself, which happily turned the
conversation from a subject that was so annoying to me.
Clerval had never sympathized in my tastes for natural science; and his
literary pursuits differed wholly from those which had occupied me. He came to
the university with the design of making himself complete master of the
oriental languages, and thus he should open a field for the plan of life he had
marked out for himself. Resolved to pursue no inglorious career, he turned his
eyes toward the East, as affording scope for his spirit of enterprise. The
Persian, Arabic, and Sanscrit languages engaged his attention, and I was easily
induced to enter on the same studies. Idleness had ever been irksome to me, and
now that I wished to fly from reflection, and hated my former studies, I felt
great relief in being the fellowpupil with my friend, and found not only
instruction but consolation in the works of the orientalists. I did not, like
him, attempt a critical knowledge of their dialects, for I did not contemplate
making any other use of them than temporary amusement. I read me
r
ely to understand their meaning, and they well repaid my labours. Their
melancholy is soothing, and their joy elevating, to a degree I never
experienced in studying the authors of any other country. When you read their
writings, life appears to consist in a warm sun and a garden of roses,in the
smiles and frowns of a fair enemy, and the fire that consumes your own heart.
How different from the manly and heroical poetry of Greece and Rome! Summer
passed away in these occupations, and my return to Geneva was fixed for the
latter end of autumn; but being delayed by several accidents, winter and snow
arrived, the roads were deemed impassable, and my journey was retarded until
the ensuing spring. I felt this delay very bitterly; for I longed to see my
native town and my beloved friends. My return had only been delayed so long,
from an unwillingness to leave Clerval in a strange place, before he had become
acquainted with any of its inhabitants. The winter, however, was spent che
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rfully; and although the spring was uncommonly late, when it came its beauty
compensated for its dilatoriness. The month of May had already commenced, and I
expected the letter daily which was to fix the date of my departure, when Henry
proposed a pedestrian tour in the environs of Ingolstadt, that I might bid a
personal farewell to the country I had so long inhabited. I acceded with
pleasure to this proposition: I was fond of exercise, and Clerval had always
been my favourite companion in the ramble of this nature that I had taken among
the scenes of my native country. We passed a fortnight in these perambulations:
my health and spirits had long been restored, and they gained additional
strength from the salubrious air I breathed, the natural incidents of our
progress, and the conversation of my friend. Study had before secluded me from
the intercourse of my fellowcreatures, and rendered me unsocial; but Clerval
called forth the better feelings of my heart; he again taught
me to love the aspect of nature, and the cheerful faces of children.
Excellent friend! how sincerely you did love me, and endeavour to elevate my
mind until it was on a level with your own. A selfish pursuit had cramped and
narrowed me, until your gentleness and affection warmed and opened my senses; I
became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all,
had no sorrow or care. When happy, inanimate nature had the power of bestowing
on me the most delightful sensations. A serene sky and verdant fields filled me
with ecstasy. The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring
bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud. I was
undisturbed by thoughts which during the preceding year had pressed upon me,
notwithstanding my endeavours to throw them off, with an invincible burden.
Henry rejoiced in my gaiety, and sincerely sympathised in my feelings: he
exerted himself to amuse me, while he expressed the sensations that fille
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his soul. The resources of his mind on this occasion were truly astonishing:
his conversation was full of imagination; and very often, in imitation of the
Persian and Arabic writers, he invented tales of wonderful fancy and passion.
At other times he repeated my favourite poems, or drew me out into arguments,
which he supported with great ingenuity. We returned to our college on a Sunday
afternoon: the peasants were dancing, and every one we met appeared gay and
happy. My own spirits were high, and I bounded along with feelings of unbridled
joy and hilarity.</style>
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