Two centuries near removed from the original publication and it’s a microagression of modern times that comes through listening to the Creature talk. Quite articulate. Who would think a face capable of such eloquence?
Prices for coffins and makeshift cement pits are not exactly the only cause to mangle your body into a bundle of bones. But at least when you’re screaming high unto the sky in a blinding light you don’t think about how this Easter is a quieter one nationally. Eight at the end.