I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. The Quarterly Review - Страница 3791818Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| Andrew Bennett, Clare Constant - 2003 - 164 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited; where I remained... | |
| Peter K. Garrett - 2003 - 260 страници
...references are to this edition, which reprints the 1818 text, along with Shelley's 1831 revisions. and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down the stairs" (53). His only other appearance before their encounter in the Alps comes when Frankenstein... | |
| Gavriel Reisner - 2003 - 286 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. . . . one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed down stairs. (5:58)... | |
| Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - 2003 - 166 страници
...through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch - the miserable monster whom I had created ... His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. Working in groups, analyse the ways in which the writer creates the gothic sense of fear and of anxiety.... | |
| Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2004 - 294 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited; where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively,... | |
| Fred Botting, Dale Townshend - 2004 - 400 страници
..."He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs." The point here is not horror for its own sake, but rather the effects of rejection, even on a monster... | |
| William Keach - 2004 - 216 страници
...Rousseau's and other eighteenthcentury conjectures about the emotive genesis of natural signs: His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheek. He might have spoken, but I did not hear . . . (1.5.57)38 'Sometimes I wished to express my... | |
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