—fromFrankenstein(Chapter5)
MaryShelley
[1], Icollectedtheinstrumentsoflifearoundme, ; therainpattereddismallyagainstthepanes, andmycandlewasnearlyburntout, when, bytheglimmerofthehalf- extinguishedlight, Isawthedullyelloweyeofthecreatureopen; itbreathedhard, andaconvulsivemotionagitateditslimbs.
[2]HowcanIdescribemyemotionsatthiscatastrophe, orhowdelineatethewretchwhomwithsuchinfinitepainsandcareIhadendeavouredtoform? Hislimbswereinproportion , !—GreatGod! Hisyellowskinscarcelycoveredtheworkofmusclesandarteriesbeneath; hishairwasofalustrousblack, andflowing; histeethofapearlywhiteness; buttheseluxuriancesonlyformedamorehorridcontrastwithhiswateryeyes, thatseemedalmostofthesamecolourasthedunwhitesocketsinwhichtheywereset, hisshrivelledcomplexionandstraightblacklips.
