The whole village was roused… some attacked me, until, grievouslybruised by stones, and many other kinds of weapons…
Misery made me a fiend
His is yellow skin Scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath
I ought to be by Adam, but I am rather the fallen Angel
This was indeed, a God like science, and I ardently desired to become acquainted with it
When I found that in doing this inflicted pain on the cottagers, I abstained
He’s dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick
I gazed on my victim, and my heart swelled with exaltation and hellish triumph
The monster with pleased with his actions and proud of what he has done
He was flooded with happiness at the fact he killed Frankenstein’s brother
Most of the book, the monsters, inflicted by pain answer, the fact that the one thing that made him happy beyond all else is having committed, a murder is significant, implies, the monster revels in destruction and delights in death
Triumph means he believes the death was a victory
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet, even the enemy of God and man has friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone
Evil thenceforth, became a good
I shall no longer feel the agonies that consume me