Pessimism In Frankenstein

The Pessimists View On Peace and Order
Few things in life are more passionately sought after than peace and order. But are they actually obtainable? Peace, the absence of conflict and violence, and order, the state of managed chaos, will be debated by Frankenstein’s Creation and Hamlet. The Creation, currently wandering around Mont Blanc looking for his maker, will begin the discussion. Hamlet will follow up before he prepares for his duel with Laertes.

Frankenstein’s Speech Peace; something I have come to yearn for. As I grew up under DeLacy’s cottage, I learned all about mankind. I listened to Felix teach Safie from Ruins of Empires and learned of the many kingdoms that once ruled over millions of people. My introduction into the bloody
I hoped to find Victor there so that I could take revenge. I hated him for creating me. One morning during my travels I saw a little girl fall into a fast moving river. I rushed to her and, with much force, swam against the current and dragged her out of the water. I had saved this child from certain death. A man came from the woods and upon seeing the girl in my arms yanked her away and hastened deeper into the woods. I followed the man for reasons I do not know. When he saw me he reached for the rifle hanging by his side and shot me. I was filled with intense pain; this agony was the thanks I was given for my good deed. It was then that I vowed eternal hatred toward all mankind. Finally, after weeks of healing I continued on my lonely journey to Geneva. As my quest drew to a close, I came across a little boy. I realised then that this child would be without prejudice, and so I could seize him and raise him to be my companion. I grabbed the boy, acting impulsively. As soon as he saw my ghastly form the child began to scream and yell insults. Before this moment I could never have imagined that something so seemingly pure and innocent could be so cruel. He hurled epithets at me and struggled to get away. How could a creature so young be so prejudiced? The evils of man had already begun to poison him. When I discovered that he was the brother of my creator I, overtaken by rage, strangled the
When my dear father died my life became tumultuous. Less than one month later my mother married my uncle with most wicked speed. Nobody could understand the way I had to hold in my despair. Their union disgraced so excellent a king. Their incestuous sheets disgusted me. Yet I held my tongue. I could not understand how my seemingly-virtuous mother could betray her king like that. Or how she could be so oblivious to my inner pain. Again the pair caused me anguish when my father, now a ghost, came to me to explain the true nature of his death. My own uncle, the man who now called me son, murdered my father. It felt as if the poison that was dripped into my father’s ear curdled my own blood as I heard his story. All of the horrible news I had received in so short a time drove me into a deep sadness. I yearned for death. To die would have rid me of my heartache, to sleep and dream I could finally rest. I began to think about peace and I came to the realization that I can never obtain it. The only way to ever truly feel serene and at rest is to die. Yet the uncertainty of what that means keeps me from committing the sinful act. My uncle continued to be the cause of my pain. I proved that he was the killer by having players reenact the murder of my king. As I suspected he reacted during the talk of poisoning. With my suspicions confirmed, my desire for revenge grew. Rage held me by her claws and kept me away from