" (P.115). The creature spends uncountable hours in this manner, pitying and at the same time hating himself. Frankenstein also feels some self-pity, but unlike the monster there is little reason for him to feel sorry for himself. He broods on his contempt towards Frankenstein and all of mankind for creating and rejecting him. Yet, he also is capable of great love. At many points he becomes delighted with simple pleasures such as standing in the sun. He turns his attention towards a family of peasants, "But my chief delights were the sight were the sight of the flowers, the birds and all the gay apparel of summer; when those deserted me, I turned my attention towards the cottagers They loved and sympathized with one another and their joys The more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection." (p.116). The creature admires the beauty of the cottagers for months, secretly showering them with affection in the form of firewood and help with chores by guise of night. He also can become filled with rage. When he tries to help a young girl, he is mistakenly shot by her guardian. He says, "The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before were replaced by hellish rage and gnashing of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance to all mankind." (p.126). As we can see the monster feels its emotions with the great passion one associates with other Byronic heroes.
In addition, to this the creature is an outcast from society. He is rejected by mankind and his maker, Frankenstein. From the moment the monster was created he was denied by humans; when he comes to life Frankenstein is repulsed, "Oh! No mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as the wretch." (p.43). He lives in the woods, away from human beings. Although he makes numerous attempts to reach out to humans, his appearance prevents him from making any meaningful connections with man.