Of what materials was I made
The word "materials" is the euphemism Victor customarily uses for
the human and animal parts out of which he constructs the beings
to which he intends to impart life. Now reduced to a
psychological wretchedness, his physical being seems to him
equivalent to these shards of undifferentiated flesh. Mary Shelley subtly
reaffirms Victor's growing identification with his miserable Creature.
