"Sophisticated and complex understanding" of the original text with "insightful selection" of key moments, themes and characters "worthy" of exploration.
Can someone please break this down to me - how do i satisfy this criteria well? If possible, please reference Frankenstein if you've read it.
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From toils, in the midst, I have heard thunder that claps to me;
Smote him of lustrous black hair and pearly white teeth;
But a horrid contrast it presents against the tool he uses to see;
Even worse is the stretched skin which holds visible bones beneath;
How I have sinned in birthing a Daemon like him;
Watery eyes that continually fill me with immense agitation;
I cannot endeavor to witness what is the greatest form of the grim;
Nothing could equal my agony that is beyond contemplation;
His existence rendered movement, oh how I would traverse a far;
A demoniacal corpse that I have bestowed life upon detains me;
How miserable the creature is to oppose the 6 pointed star;
His straight black lips move, the sounds which have not been free;
The wretch may have spoke, but I cannot bear to hear;
I hurry on out to the night where the sky is black and thunderous;
I once dreamed of nature and what I held dear;
But the tears of god pour out and clouds become comfortless;
My impotence in shape of fear confirms no countenance;
He is what summons nightmares of perpetual attack;
The wretch before me has become my abstinence;
I move forward with speed as never to gaze back.
The dark night is filled by thunderous clouds! How the mystery man ran quickly a far into horrid conditions! He is my creator, I am unsure how I know this, but perhaps it is the instinct he imbued into my being. I am surrounded by unusual objects in his place of rest, I seek such close warmth from him too. However, I must understand what the tasks that has been laid before me are as I have witnessed his quick flight and therefore I must act accordingly. I gaze upon portraits which lie on the edges of the resting place. I immediately recognize the face of the creator, but there are unfamiliar faces which I will assume are of great significance to him as I witness their loving touch. I hope that he will display to me the same affection. In any possibility, I must keep these portraits with me that are of such value. It may be so that the creator has left me the work of familiarizing myself with those he holds important. Whether or not he is desirous of a similar connection with me that he shares with these individuals does not matter, I must fulfil my purposes as to be grateful to the one who birthed me. The creator left in a rush through that door closest to this place, I must similarly go through it, where the black sky and pouring rain awaits. I would like to understand myself and the creator more so that I can affirm the ultimate purpose of my existence. It is strange, I cannot decide the direction to traverse in, but I do know the way the creator had gone. In going through such weather, my sight is unclear, there is nothing to wonder for at. There is a location that is similar to that of the creators, however, I cannot hear or smell anything that is living. Perhaps they share the reasoning of the creator and are roaming towards the place that is the intended destination of the creator. He would have forbade me to touch the items that lay before my view as to avoid the possibility of any damage. Despite such, I wish to know what values and virtues the creator holds, thus allow me to derive the countenance of him and the society that I have been born in, but the warmth I had witnessed with portraits is what I wish the most. I will wait for the cloudiness to dissipate so that I can truly lay my eyes on what is around.
The bright disc that is the sun radiates on me and everything around as I withdraw from the abode through the door that welcomed my entrance. I had been granted light in my path to meet the creator, it shines brightly and pierces magnificently. I will follow my instinct to reach the creatorand all those he holds dear. What an expansive variance the gleaming light brings, how it compares with the ominous night that was before. The trees, the plants, the things that have life blossom in elegance, and they perpetuate such sensation of wonder, however that I have not experienced this in familiarity. But I am compelled to shift my focus on seeking a different type of warmth, and with such, I retain a strong inclination which is that the travel to the creator will take considerable time and I must persist to follow that path, unless the opportunity is presented where I learn the nature of people whom are like the creator. Henceforth, I shall maintain my curiosity and find the creator and acquaint myself with those who are of great magnitude to him.
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