It is clear through his actions during the events of his story as well as his tone while telling his story that he is masking his desire to be accepted by humanity, especially Victor being his creator, behind his tale of the cottagers. From the way in which the chapters are written, Mary Shelley clearly wanted us to understand that this is the creature’s one and only attempt and chance at being accepted by his creator, as well as his one attempt and chance at being accepted by all of humanity.
“…I ardently longed to comprehend these also; but how was that possible, when I did not even understand the sounds for which they stood as signs? I improved, however, sensibly in this science, but not sufficiently to follow up any kind of conversation, although I applied my whole mind to the endeavor: for I easily perceived that, although I eagerly longed to discover myself to the cottagers, I ought not to make the attempt until I had first become a master of their language; which knowledge might enable me to make them overlook the deformity of my figure; for with this …show more content…
This admittance of attempting to find his creator, although with hatred and confusion in his mind, shows that the creature wanted to reach out and be taken in and accepted by his master, one who he believes should do so since he went through the painstaking work to create him in the first place. He wanders for months before he arrives on at the border to Switzerland and decides to travel during the day, opposed to his usual practice of traveling at night to avoid humans, when he finds that his path is through a large and very dense forest. As he walked he suddenly heard the voices of humans quickly getting louder, and he just barely hid himself before a small girl ran into his sight. “I was scarcely hid, when a young girl came running towards the spot where I was concealed, laughing, as if she ran from some one in sport. She continued her course along the precipitous sides of the river, when suddenly her foot slipt, and she fell into the rapid steam. I rushed from my hiding-place; and, with extreme labour from the force of the current, saved her, and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from who she playfully fled. On seeing me,