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This suggests a different kind of determinism from that continually evoked by Victor
Frankenstein, a social and economic form of destiny, what Marx was to denominate as
wage slavery.
This suggests a different kind of determinism from that continually evoked by Victor
Frankenstein, a social and economic form of destiny, what Marx was to denominate as
wage slavery.
Johnson's 1755 Dictionary offers us the appropriate definitions for this period, definitions
virtually lost to modern English usage:
To addict; to give up to ill.
To curse; to execrate; to doom to destruction.
For the second meaning Johnson helpfully cites the Satanic legions in Paradise Lost,
V.890.
The phrase "devoted head" is so common a usage as to appear to be a customary eighteenth-century
idiom.
This is the first word that Victor utters to his Creature. Perhaps, as the allusions
to Satan in the previous paragraph suggest, it is already in his mind. But, there
is a dimension to this epithet beyond its effectiveness as an index to Victor's mental
state, a timeless and mythic dimension. Although rigorously suppressed wherever organized
Christendom extended its arms into secular society, the writings of heretical theology,
particularly from Gnostic sects, continually revert to the concurrence of creation
and the fall as two aspects of a single event. Thus to create is to cast out, on a
universal level as well as, literally so, in childbirth. The cast-off in this case
functions as Satan in a dual sense—as a disrupter of the putative unity of God and
his coextensive creation, and—from the Hebrew root—as the accuser, who here immediately
upbraids Victor Frankenstein for not doing his duty by his creature.
Note how carefully Milton embeds this coincidence, without heretically stressing a
linkage, in the moment where God divides himself so as to function on a second level,
as a Creative Word, the Logos that will render God's conceptual blueprint for the
universe into a workable reality (Paradise Lost, V.594-617).
That is, reserved for destruction, the same usage as in the encounter with Victor
on the Mer de Glace (II:2:11 and note.)
None of the cottagers, of course, has as yet to lay sight on the Creature. It is a
mark of how self-alienated his education has made him that he can presume such a reaction
without having to put it to the test.
Desolation is, indeed, the appropriate term for a condition in which the Creature
is so alienated from his original state that he feels the rebirth of spring as an
ironic counterforce to his internal degeneration. Mary Shelley carefully marks the
inherent "unnaturalness" and thus self-destructiveness of such a psychological condition.
The Creature's intensity, like the suddenness of his admiration for Safie (II:5:4
and note), has the ring of adolescence to it. It is not, then, utterly surprising
that it should remind us of the diction of the two "ardent" men whose youthful discourse
we have already overheard: Walton (see I:L1:2 and I:L2:2) and Victor Frankenstein
(see I:2:7, I:3:1, and I:3:6). Burning desire is a characteristic all three share.
This would appear a premonition of the Creature's own experience with the De Lacey
family.
"Desert" here means "of the wilderness" (cf. III:3:1 and note). This account, then,
exactly fulfills the prescription innocently thought by Victor as he approached the
alpine range, that these mountains might be "the habitations of another race of beings"
(II:1:12). Since Mont Blanc was first scaled only in 1786, the fact that the Creature
has taken up his abode there indicates just how superior to conventional human endurance
Victor has made him.
Victor's workshop, he reported earlier (I:3:9), was a cell at the top of the house,
separated in a complex way from the main part of the edifice. Presumably, the bedchamber
to which he fled at the awakening of the Creature (I:4:3) was on a floor below. There
the Creature wandered and awoke Victor who then in terror plunged outside. By some
means unknown to Victor and unremembered by the Creature, the newly created being
made his way from the house to the streets outside the courtyard, where Victor spent
the night, and thence into the countryside surrounding Ingolstadt, where at last he
fell asleep.