Telling Victor of that night, he curses his creator again and again. Why had he gone on living? Why had Victor not snuffed out the spark of life he had so carelessly given?
He did not know why, he said. Despair had not yet taken hold of him. What filled him instead was rage and the wish for revenge.
On that night, he says, he could gladly have destroyed the cottage and everyone in it and fed on their screams and misery.