"Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of human kind whom
these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, Frankenstein! If thou
wert yet alive, and yet cherished a desire of revenge against
me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my
destruction. But it was not so; thou didst seek my extinction,
that I might not cause greater wretchedness; and if yet, in some
mode unknown to me, thou hast not yet ceased to think and feel,
thou desirest not my life for my own misery. Blasted as thou
wert, my agony was still superior to thine; for the bitter
sting of remorse may not cease to rankle in my wounds until
death shall close them for ever.
"But soon," he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall
die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning
miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile
triumphantly, and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.
The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be
swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace;
or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell."
sprung from the cabin-window, as he said this, upon the ice-raft
which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the
waves, and lost in darkness and distance.