I formed in my imagination a thousand pictures of presenting myself to them, and their reception of me. I imagined that they would be disgusted, until, by my gentle demeanour and conciliating words, I should first win their favour and afterwards their love.
He has the capacity to imagine. And all he seems to want is to belong, to feel human. Victor refused him love, so he searched else where.
“You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being. This you alone can do, and I demand it of you as a right which you must not refuse to concede.”
Just like Walton, the monster desires a friend. He longs for someone who sees eye to eye with him. Except the monster is inflicted with rage, so his judgment and way of getting what he wants differs from Walton.
“This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing of teeth.
Originally, the monster loved humanity. He hoped to be one with them. He had a kind soul, who didn't want to hurt anyone. But the way humanity treated him, caused him to be full of hate. It leans on the thought that people aren't born evil, but are a product of their up.
The more I saw of them, the greater became my desire to claim their protection and kindness; my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures; to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the utmost limit of my ambition
This is almost exactly what Walton feel sin the beginning of the book, when he felt alone without a friend. He wanted someone he could see eye to eye with. This line relates the monster to a person in the book the reader already knows, another human. It further blurs the line between monster and human.
Increase of knowledge only discovered to me more clearly what a wretched outcast I was. I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when I beheld my person reflected in water or my shadow in the moonshine, even as that frail image and that inconstant shade.
Another reference to Allegory of the Cave. Accept that he hasn't reached the time where he appreciates the knowledge. He continues to become further despaired.
Many times I considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition, for often, like him, when I viewed the bliss of my protectors, the bitter gall of envy rose within me.
Victor also references the monster as the devil. The monster is gaining enough insight for greater self reflection.
For a long time I could not conceive how one man could go forth to murder his fellow, or even why there were laws and governments; but when I heard details of vice and bloodshed, my wonder ceased and I turned away with disgust and loathing.
He is supposed to be the monster of the book, but he looks upon humanity with the same disgust that they look upon him. In this sense, humanity is the monster.
I cannot describe to you the agony that these reflections inflicted upon me; I tried to dispel them, but sorrow only increased with knowledge. Oh, that I had for ever remained in my native wood, nor known nor felt beyond the sensations of hunger, thirst, and heat!
Just like Victor, his hunger for knowledge brings him despair. If he had stayed in ignorance, he would have been more content with himself and the world when compared to his current standing.
My sensations had by this time become distinct, and my mind received every day additional ideas. My eyes became accustomed to the light and to perceive objects in their right forms; I distinguished the insect from the herb, and by degrees, one herb from another. I found that the sparrow uttered none but harsh notes, whilst those of the blackbird and thrush were sweet and enticing.
This reminds me of Allegory of the Cave, as it references a blinding light (moon) and his journey from ignorance of the world to understanding and knowledge