"But [Paradise Lost] <'Paradise Lost'> excited different and far deeper emotions. I read it, as I had read the other volumes which had fallen into my hands, as a true history. It moved every feeling of wonder and awe, that the picture of an omnipotent God warring with his creatures was capable of exciting. I often referred the several situations, as their similarity struck me, to my own. Like Adam, I was [created] apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect. He had come forth from the hands of God a perfect creature, happy and prosperous, guarded by the especial care of his Creator; he was allowed to converse with, and acquire knowledge [from] <from,> beings of a superior nature: but I was wretched, helpless, and alone. Many times I considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition; for often, like him, when I viewed the bliss of my protectors, the bitter gall of envy rose within me.

"Another circumstance strengthened and confirmed these feelings. Soon after my arrival in the hovel, I discovered some papers in the pocket of the dress which I had taken from your laboratory. At first I had neglected them; but now that I was able to decipher the characters in which they were written, I began to study them with diligence. It was your journal of the four months that preceded my creation. You minutely described in these papers every step you took in the progress of your work; this history was mingled with accounts of domestic occurrences. You, doubtless, recollect these papers. Here they are. Every thing is related in them which bears reference to my accursed origin; the whole detail of that series of disgusting circumstances which produced [it] <it,> is set in view; the minutest description of my odious and loathsome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors, and rendered mine [ineffaceable] <indelible>. I sickened as I read. 'Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. '[Cursed] <Accursed> creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even [you] <you> turned from me in disgust? [God in pity] <God, in pity,> made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of [your's,] <yours,> more horrid <even> from [its] <the> very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and [detested] <abhorred>.'