Frankenstein

Frankenstein

Although humans have the tendency to set
idealistic goals to better future generations, often the results can prove
disastrous, even deadly. The tale of Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, focuses
on the outcome of one man\'s idealistic motives and desires of dabbling
with nature, which result in the creation of horrific creature. Victor

Frankenstein was not doomed to failure from his initial desire to overstep
the natural bounds of human knowledge. Rather, it was his poor parenting
of his progeny that lead to his creation\'s thirst for the vindication of
his unjust life. In his idealism, Victor is blinded, and so the creation
accuses him for delivering him into a world where he could not ever be
entirely received by the people who inhabit it. Not only failing to foresee
his faulty idealism, nearing the end of the tale, he embarks upon a final
journey, consciously choosing to pursue his creation in vengeance, while
admitting he himself that it may result in his own doom. The creation of
an unloved being and the quest for the elixir of life holds Victor Frankenstein
more accountable for his own death than the creation himself.

Delivered into the world, full grown and
without a guardian to teach him the ways of the human world, the creation
discovers that he is alone, but not without resource. He attempts to communicate
to his creator, however, he is incapable of speech. As Frankenstein recounts
the situation, he says,

I beheld the wretch---the miserable monster
whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if
eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaw opened, and he muttered
some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have
spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain
me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs (Shelley, p. 43).

As Frankenstein explains, he declares that
he deliberately neglects to communicate with his creation, based on its
shockingly hideous appearance. Had Frankenstein taken the time to communicate
and care for his creation, with all the knowledge that he possesses of
the responsibility of a good parent, the creation would have never developed
the sense of vindication and reprisal that lead him to murdering Victor\'s
loved one\'s. The creation would henceforth account Frankenstein for all
his sufferings succeeding his birth. Frankenstein\'s first of numerous mistaken
decisions ill-fating his destiny relies greatly upon a lack of responsibility
for the creation he so passionately brings to life in the early chapters
of his tale. From his very first words, Victor claims to have been born
to two indefatigably affectionate parents in an environment of abundant
knowledge. As he speaks of his parents, Frankenstein attempts to portray
his fortunate upbringing,

Much as they were attached to each other,
they seemed to draw inexhaustible stores of affection from a very mine
of love to bestow them upon me. My mother\'s tender caresses and my father\'s
smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my first recollections.

I was their plaything and their idol, and something better---their child,
the innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by heaven, whom to
bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct
to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards
me (Shelley, p. 19).

By these recollections, Frankenstein illustrates
his parents as being the most ideal caregivers imaginable to any child,
being granted the all the vital tools of a responsible guardian as a result,
which he neglects to utilize upon animating his creation. Frankenstein
abandons his hideous child, feelings of vindication arise, and the creation
kills members of his family for all the mental anguish that has been set
upon him.

In his idealism, Frankenstein is blinded
and fails or is unable to foresee the dangerous outcome of his creation,
giving life to a hideous being that could never be accepted in such a superficial
world. As Frankenstein recounts the procedures of making his being, he
admits himself that his idealism blinded his ability to foresee the drastic
effects that might result in giving life to an unloved creature.

No one can conceive the variety of feelings
which bore me onward like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should break through,
and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless
me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe
their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so
completely as I should deserve theirs. Pursuing