Is Man Molded by Society, or Does Society Mold Man?

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Is Man Molded by Society, or Does Society Mold Man?

Through Literature, the author is often able to express his or her views about society. During the Gothic era in which Mary Shelley’s wrote her classic novel, Frankenstein, many were fascinated by the unknown and scientific discoveries. She incorporates this, as well as her knowledge of various philosophers to create a novel that upon completion has one questioning is Man molded by society, or rather is it society that shapes Man. Mary Shelley suggest through her literary work, that Man, as symbolized through the monster, is born innately good, but society corrupts and influences him. So in reading Shelley’s novel, one begins to question his or her role in humanity. What if my child is born deformed, could I still love it or would I wish it were dead? Victor Frankenstein's confronts this question displaying complete failure in parenting. For approximately ( ) months Victor Frankenstein labored on the creation of his "child". Finally on a "dreary night in November he witnesses the "birth". "I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs ( ).” Instead of reaching out to his child, Victor rushes out of the room disgusted by the abnormality of his creation. When the creature follows after him, Victor runs away in horror completely abandoning his child. While creating his child, Victor never considered whether this creature would even want to exist. He also didn't take enough care with the creature's appearance. He could not take the time to make small parts so he created a being of gigantic size. Victor never considered how such a creature would be able to exist with human beings. Unable to accept his creation, Victor abandons his "child" and all parental responsibility. He even wishes that his "child" were dead. "I gnashed my teeth, my eyes became inflamed, and I ardently wished to extinguish that life which I has so thoughtlessly bestowed...
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