"Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery."

The monster believes that the blame for his suffering lies with his creator’s cruelty and indifference rather than with something innate in himself.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

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