I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (2007). “Frankenstein, Or, the Modern Prometheus [1818 Text]: Easyread Comfort Edition”, p.199, ReadHowYouWant.com