...literature. Writing in Frankenstein (1818), she described the scientist's attempt to create life in this way: "I collected the instruments of life around me, that...being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet." Shelley was well aware of Franklin's experiments demonstrating that lightning was electricity since...

...Chapter j, the chapter with which Mary Shelley began writing the novel, opens with these words: "It was a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils" (p. 56). Frankenstein describes the scene to Walton: Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had...

...devoted the body to corruption."91 The pieces collected and assembled, a feverishly obsessed Victor "collected the instruments of life around me, that...spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet."92 Unlike the film versions that followed a century later, the book gives no account of exactly...

...recall again the few details of Frankenstein's creative moment with which Mary Shelley provides us: "I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet."112 Such could easily be a passage from one of Blundell's...

...given a token of such things.44 Chapter 5 of her novel opens with the following chilling paragraph: It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld...instruments of life around me, that I might infuse the spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning;...

...creation proper. Or so Frankenstein dreams: the time never can be right for this obsessional neurotic: With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected...being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. . . . my candle was nearly burnt out, when ... I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open, and...

...psychoanalytical view of Mary Shelley as mother and daughter, both views being reductive in their different ways. It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils [writes Victor Frankenstein]. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments...

...room and the slaughterhouse," Frankenstein eventually completes his loathsome task when he infuses "a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet." Then, as he tells us, "now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror...

...create life and then on "a dreary night of November" (November was the month of Loeb's announcement!), "I collected the instruments of life around me, that...being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet" (emphasis added). While Shelley does not say, those "instruments of life" were surely the apparatus...

...Nouveau Reçue!! d'Osteologie et de Myologie, 1 779 I collected the instruments of life around me. that 1 might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. . . . His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a...