I have one want which I have never yet been
able to satisfy, and the absence of the object of
which I now feel as a most severe evil. I
have no friend: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of
success, there will be none to participate in my joy.
if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavor
to sustain me in dejection. I desire the company of
a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would
reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear
brother, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
Brooklyn, New York
Paraphrases from the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.