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any man s death is needed to consummate the series of my
being and accomplish that which must be done, but it
requires my own. Do not think that I shall be slow to
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perform this sacrifice. I shall quit your vessel on the ice raft
which brought me thither and shall seek the most
northern extremity of the globe; I shall collect my funeral
pile and consume to ashes this miserable frame, that its
remains may afford no light to any curious and
unhallowed wretch who would create such another as I
have been. I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies
which now consume me or be the prey of feelings
unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me
into being; and when I shall be no more, the very
remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no
longer see the sun or stars or feel the winds play on my
cheeks. Light, feeling, and sense will pass away; and in this
condition must I find my happiness. Some years ago,
when the images which this world affords first opened
upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and
heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the
birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die;
now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn
by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in
death?
 Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of
humankind whom these eyes will ever behold. Farewell,
Frankenstein! If thou wert yet alive and yet cherished a
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desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in
my life than in my destruction. But it was not so; thou
didst seek my extinction, that I might not cause greater
wretchedness; and if yet, in some mode unknown to me,
thou hadst not ceased to think and feel, thou wouldst not
desire against me a vengeance greater than that which I
feel. Blasted as thou wert, my agony was still superior to
thine, for the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to
rankle in my wounds until death shall close them forever.
 But soon, he cried with sad and solemn enthusiasm,  I
shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon
these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my
funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the
torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade
away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds.
My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not
surely think thus. Farewell.
He sprang from the cabin window as he said this, upon
the ice raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon
borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.
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