Walton's highly refined sense of good manners here keeps him from inquiring about
                     what had brought Victor to this desolate northern wilderness. His crew is much more
                     natural in its reaction. One may sense a certain class snobbery in Walton's tone here,
                     as there was in his earlier description of the sailors with whom he had to consort
                     (I:L2:3, I:L2:4). Of course, it might be argued that the class system that so rigidly
                     divided a ship's officers and its crew resulted in just such a dichotomy: it is not
                     to the crew that Victor will retail his painful autobiography, but rather to a person
                     of social breeding and intellectual ambition, if not education, comparable to his
                     own. On the other hand, it could be maintained that the tone here is wholly unintentional,
                     an unwitting reflection of the residual bourgeois tonality that Mary Shelley occasionally
                     betrays in her contemporary publication, A History of a Six Weeks' Tour, when confronted
                     with what she considers vulgar behavior. 
