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Who knows to what it may lead!
"One false Step is never retreived." Gray--On a Favorite
Cat.
I reflected also on how the woman in the book had ruined
her life with a letter. "The written word does not change," she
had said. "It remains always, embodying a dead truth and giving
it apparent life."
"Apparent life" was exactly what my letter had given to H.
Frankenstein. That was what I called him, in my agony. I felt
that if only I had never written the Letter there would have
been no trouble. And another awful thought came to me: Was there
an H after all? Could there be an H?
Once the French teacher had taken us to the theater in New
York, and a woman sitting on a chair and covered with a sheet,
had brought a man out of a perfectly empty Cabinet, by simply
willing to do it. The Cabinet was empty, for four respectible
looking men went up and examined it, and one even measured it
with a Tape-measure.
She had materialised him, out of nothing.
And while I had had no Cabinet, there are many things in
this world "that we do not dream of in our Philosophy." Was H.


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