When reading "Frankenstein", I found that I had a lot of sympathy for the "monster" - the poor thing with a lovingheart, turned to evil deeds by neglect from him who should have been its protector.
And he had shown me an Aztec poem, and Aztec poetry is all about this conflict that theheart goes through because of loving life and finding life so beautiful and yet knowing that we are - that we are not immortal.