Okay. I have been too harsh to Mary Shelley.
I admit: She writes descriptions well.
parts I liked
1. his daughter attended him with the greatest tenderness
2. He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mide is so cultivated, and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence.
3. I replied that I could not answer with any degree of certainty
4. Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe
I admit: She writes descriptions well.
parts I liked
1. his daughter attended him with the greatest tenderness
2. He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mide is so cultivated, and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence.
3. I replied that I could not answer with any degree of certainty
4. Thus not the tenderness of friendship, nor the beauty of earth, nor of heaven, could redeem my soul from woe
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