a puzzle to be solved.
“We have a compact we must keep. He lives for my destruction, I live to lead him on.”
I will dedicate myself, I will not rest until I desolate your heart.
National Theatre’s Frankenstein - In Rehearsal
My heart is black. It stinks. My mind, once filled with dreams of beauty is a furnace of revenge. Three years ago when I was born I laughed for joy at the heat of the sun. I cried at the call of the birds. The world was a cornucopia to me, now it is a waste of frost and snow.
Frankenstein - Music from the Play
‘Come Scientist Destroy’
It’s magic, Dr. Frankenstein.
No. Not magic. Science.