“ How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery! ”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (1818). copy citation
| Author | Mary Shelley |
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| Source | Frankenstein |
| Topic | love feelings misery |
| Date | 1818 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/84/84-h/84-h.htm |
Context
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Almost spent, as I was, by fatigue and the dreadful suspense I endured for several hours, this sudden certainty of life rushed like a flood of warm joy to my heart, and tears gushed from my eyes.
How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery! I constructed another sail with a part of my dress and eagerly steered my course towards the land. It had a wild and rocky appearance, but as I approached nearer I easily perceived the traces of cultivation.” source
Almost spent, as I was, by fatigue and the dreadful suspense I endured for several hours, this sudden certainty of life rushed like a flood of warm joy to my heart, and tears gushed from my eyes.
How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery! I constructed another sail with a part of my dress and eagerly steered my course towards the land. It had a wild and rocky appearance, but as I approached nearer I easily perceived the traces of cultivation.” source
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