At night I visited graveyards and studied bodies. I saw how men became wasted. I saw how worms enter into the eyes and brains. I discovered how the muscles and veins worked but - greater than this - I also discovered something that the wisest men since the creation of the world had not. I had the power to reanimate dead flesh. No one can imagine the variety of feelings which pushed me forward, like a hurricane. I would break the boundaries between life and death. A new species would call me its creator and I would bring life where, in the past death had once seemed the only possibility. I had created a terrible monster It was gigantic, made from different parts of dead bodies.
The summer months passed. It was the most beautiful season but my eyes did not notice it. I worked through autumn towards the winter. I ignored others and behaved as if Iwas guilty of a crime. Then, on a dark evening in november I finally finished I prepared to put life into the lifeless thing. With all the instruments of life around me, I sent a spark into the creature. In the fading light I saw the yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed hard, and its limbs moved slightly.
What a catastrophe What had I done? I had worked hard for two years with the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For two years I had deprived myself of rest and heath. And now I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished and horror and disgust filled my heart. I was unable to look at the being I had created and rushed from the room