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.