Frankenstein is a man whose ambition has led to disaster; or a monster, who created a life without respect for the human race? Frankenstein, in my opinion, was the monster, not the life he created. Frankenstein never admitted to his family what he had done, nor did he ever admit responsibility for his actions. He could also have killed Elizabeth, William, Justine and Clerval with his own hands. The so-called “Monster” just wanted company; he didn't want to kill those people. Circumstances forced him to commit murder. Frankenstein was the instigator of those circumstances. For me, Frankenstein and the monster are the same thing. While reading this book the thought that kept coming to mind was that Victor suffered from multiple personality disorder. Although the book Frankenstein is a work of fiction, doesn't it suggest that Victor was the one who committed these heinous acts? The monster's persona is only his conscience that makes it easier for Victor to reject the heinous acts he had committed. Shelley's reference to “My first thought was to find out what I knew of the murderer, and start the chase at once. But I stopped when I reflected on the story I had to tell. "(Frankenstein, Mary Shelley), showed that Victor knew he was the reason William was dead. Frankenstein didn't need to know about the killer, because the killer was him. No Hero in Frankenstein by Mary Shelley quotes: " He is so self-centered that his lack of interaction and love for others after his experiment is completed would barely qualify him as a person, if the difference between being human and being a person is the ability to relate with others." This statement suggests to me that he... middle of paper... has led himself down the path of destruction. He lost his friend, wife and brother. He was not loved by anyone. Everyone he cared about was dead. His experiment had turned him into a shell of hatred and despair. His concentration on his creation led him into a black hole from which there was no escape. Frankenstein's ambition led to disaster, but he was also a monster with no respect for humans. life. Now that Frankenstein was in the afterlife, the monster could end his life. His search was over. He had gotten the revenge he sought. He was just waiting for his creator to die. He chose to end his miserable existence rather than face life alone and solitary. He was right to blame Frankenstein for his failures; his appearance, the way society accepted him, his need for companionship. The monster was the reflection of man that the world could not see.