Frankenstein By Mary Shelley
Although humans have the tendency to set idealistic goals to better future
generations, often the results can prove disastrous, even deadly. The tale of

Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, focuses on the outcome of one man's idealistic
motives and desires of dabbling with nature, which result in the creation of
horrific creature. Victor Frankenstein was not doomed to failure from his
initial desire to overstep the natural bounds of human knowledge. Rather, it was
his poor parenting of his progeny that lead to his creation's thirst for the
vindication of his unjust life. In his idealism, Victor is blinded, and so the
creation accuses him for delivering him into a world where he could not ever be
entirely received by the people who inhabit it. Not only failing to foresee his
faulty idealism, nearing the end of the tale, he embarks upon a final journey,
consciously choosing to pursue his creation in vengeance, while admitting he
himself that it may result in his own doom. The creation of an unloved being and
the quest for the elixir of life holds Victor Frankenstein more accountable for
his own death than the creation himself. Delivered into the world, full grown
and without a guardian to teach him the ways of the human world, the creation
discovers that he is alone, but not without resource. He attempts to communicate
to his creator, however, he is incapable of speech. As Frankenstein recounts the
situation, he says, I beheld the wretch---the miserable monster whom I had
created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be
called, were fixed on me. His jaw opened, and he muttered some inarticulate
sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not
hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and
rushed downstairs (Shelley, p. 43). As Frankenstein explains, he declares that
he deliberately neglects to communicate with his creation, based on its
shockingly hideous appearance. Had Frankenstein taken the time to communicate
and care for his creation, with all the knowledge that he possesses of the
responsibility of a good parent, the creation would have never developed the
sense of vindication and reprisal that lead him to murdering Victor's loved
one's. The creation would henceforth account Frankenstein for all his sufferings
succeeding his birth. Frankenstein's first of numerous mistaken decisions
ill-fating his destiny relies greatly upon a lack of responsibility for the
creation he so passionately brings to life in the early chapters of his tale.

From his very first words, Victor claims to have been born to two indefatigably
affectionate parents in an environment of abundant knowledge. As he speaks of
his parents, Frankenstein attempts to portray his fortunate upbringing, Much as
they were attached to each other, they seemed to draw inexhaustible stores of
affection from a very mine of love to bestow them upon me. My mother's tender
caresses and my father's smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my
first recollections. I was their plaything and their idol, and something
better---their child, the innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by
heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to
direct to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards
me (Shelley, p. 19). By these recollections, Frankenstein illustrates his
parents as being the most ideal caregivers imaginable to any child, being
granted the all the vital tools of a responsible guardian as a result, which he
neglects to utilize upon animating his creation. Frankenstein abandons his
hideous child, feelings of vindication arise, and the creation kills members of
his family for all the mental anguish that has been set upon him. In his
idealism, Frankenstein is blinded and fails or is unable to foresee the
dangerous outcome of his creation, giving life to a hideous being that could
never be accepted in such a superficial world. As Frankenstein recounts the
procedures of making his being, he admits himself that his idealism blinded his
ability to foresee the drastic effects that might result in giving life to an
unloved creature. No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me
onward like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success. Life and death
appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should break through, and pour a torrent of
light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and
source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father
could claim