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Analyzing The Death Of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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Finally. It’s dead. I never thought that the nightmare of taking care of that creature -my brother- would be over. How long had it been since I have lived a normal life? Weeks? Months? It has seemed like a lifetime ago that I was carefree and my world was not preoccupied by that pest. Now, finally, I can be liberated of my responsibility and be myself. What will I do first? Play violin? Freshen up? Enjoy a picnic with Mother and Father? Maybe I could even quit my job! I, of course, would have to talk to Father and Mother about this. Seeming how they are elderly and feeble I doubt they could carry on working. Meaning, I would have to marry soon or retain a job that could provide a stable income.
I do not want to marry. I know that it would be

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