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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: I called myself the murderer of William, of Justine, and of Clerval.
Sometimes I entreated my attendants to assist me in the destruction
of the fiend by whom I was tormented; and at others I felt the
fingers of the monster already grasping my neck, and screamed aloud
with agony and terror. Fortunately, as I spoke my native language,
Mr. Kirwin alone understood me; but my gestures and bitter cries
were sufficient to affright the other witnesses. Why did I not die?
More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into
forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children,
the only hopes of their doting parents; how many brides and youthful
lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next
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