The World Was To Me A Secret

Allow Me Now To Return To The Cottagers, Whose Story Excited In Me Such Various Feelings Of Indignation, Delight, And Wonder, But Which All Terminated In Additional Love And Reverence For My Protectors (for So I Loved, In An Innocent, Half Painful Self-deceit, To Call Them).

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change.

Curiosity, Earnest Research To Learn The Hidden Laws Of Nature, Gladness Akin To Rapture, As They Unfolded To Me, Are Among The Earliest Sensations I Can Remember.

But Her's Was The Misery Of Innocence, Which, Like A Cloud That Passes Over The Fair Moon, For A While Hides, But Cannot Tarnish Its Brightness.

We Are Fashioned Creatures, But Half Made Up. - Victor Frankenstein