Listen to my tale; when you have heard that, abandon or commiserate me, as you shall judge that I deserve.
But hear me.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

Listen to me, Frankenstein.

You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature.

Oh, praise the eternal justice of man! Yet I ask you not to spare me; listen to me, and then, if you can, and if you will, destroy the work of your hands." "Why do you call to my remembrance," I rejoined, "circumstances of which I shudder to reflect, that I have been the miserable origin and author?
Cursed be the day, abhorred devil, in which you first saw light! Cursed (although I curse myself) be the hands that formed you! You have made me wretched beyond expression.