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I entered the cabin where lay the remains of my ill-fated and admirable friend. Over him hung a form which I cannot find words to describe; gigantic in stature, yet uncouth and distorted in its proportions. As he hung over the coffin his face was concealed by long locks of ragged hair; but one vast hand was extended, in colour and apparent texture like that of a mummy. When he heard the sound of my approach he ceased to utter exclamations of grief and horror and sprung towards the window. Never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome yet appalling hideousness. I shut my eyes involuntarily and endeavoured to recollect what were my duties with regard to this destroyer. I called on him to stay 去书内
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    This chilling scene merges horror and pathos, as the creature—“gigantic yet uncouth”—looms over Frankenstein’s corpse, a grotesque shadow of the “admirable friend” he destroyed. The contrast between his “exclamations of grief” and his “loathsome hideousness” shatters the divide between monster and mourner: he weeps for the man who cursed him, yet his body remains a symbol of Frankenstein’s hubris (“mummy-like” hand, “distorted proportions”). Walton’s involuntary revulsion (“shut my eyes”) clashes with the creature’s desperate flight, exposing the tragedy of his existence—condemned to be both victim and villain, unrecognized even in his sorrow. The unfinished “He” leaves his fate悬而未决, a haunting reminder that destruction and despair outlive the ambition that birthed them.

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