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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: yet can I counsel one so infinitely miserable, so destitute of every hope
of consolation, to live? Oh, no! The only joy that he can now know will
be when he composes his shattered spirit to peace and death. Yet he enjoys
one comfort, the offspring of solitude and delirium; he believes that when
in dreams he holds converse with his friends and derives from that communion
consolation for his miseries or excitements to his vengeance, that they are
not the creations of his fancy, but the beings themselves who visit him from
the regions of a remote world. This faith gives a solemnity to his reveries
that render them to me almost as imposing and interesting as truth.
Our conversations are not always confined to his own history and misfortunes.
On every point of general literature he displays unbounded knowledge
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