The spirits of the departed seemed to flit around
As the chapter continues the tentative "seems" of the shadow cast
by the dead is sharpened by Victor into a certainty. The dead
become the enablers of his action and he sees himself
increasingly as acting upon their behalf. Again, Mary Shelley's
psychological portrait here is subtly telling: a person who has
given up all sense of individual will has surrendered the central
principal of vitality and may, indeed, be considered to have
become an agent of death.
