When someone mentions the name “Frankenstein”, people usual
picture a green giant dressed in a rather unflattering purple dress suit with
bolts protruding from between the sides of his neck. His forehead sticks out
like a massive tumor, and he is considered to be a monster as old as time
itself- or, at least, that’s what we would like to think. We see his image
often around the time of Halloween… he is like a ghost that comes and goes. We
see him in Scooby- Doo cartoons, in seventy- eight different movie versions
depicting his story, posters and decorations, and more.
He is the monster we were told to be afraid of.
But Frankenstein is not the monster.
Frankenstein is merely the creator of said monster- whose
name is NOT Frankenstein, unlike what everyone else has told me for the past
seventeen years of my life.
Frankenstein is not the monster but rather the mad scientist
who brought another man, a dead man, back to life. A man who was thought to be
a monster, but was only a man who’s after- life was used for a wondrous experiment.
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