Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives
Indicative either of Victor's own deliberate reinterpretation of
the Creature as his double in rewording the "inscriptions" left
for him, or of the symbiotic way in which the Creature through
the experience of revenge now sounds like a second self of
Victor's, this phrase recalls the masculinist bravado Victor
twice indulges in his impotent rage before the power of the
Creature (see 2.2.4 and 3.3.4).