Ocupation: Novelist
Life: August 30, 1797 - February 1, 1851
Birthday: August 30
Death: February 1
I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
source: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1823). “Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus”, p.97, DOSER Reads
topic: Morning, Rain, Eye, Frankenstein Novel, Burnt Out