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Sometimes I grew alarmed at the wreck I perceived that I had become ; the energy of my purpose alone sustained me : my labours would soon end , and I believed that exercise and amusement would then drive away incipient disease ; and I promised myself both of these when my creation should be complete . It was on a dreary night of November , that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils . With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony , I collected the instruments of life around me , that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet . It was already one in the morning ; the rain pattered dismally against the panes , and my candle was nearly burnt out , when , by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light , I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open ; it breathed hard , and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs . -LSB- Illustration : '' _ By the glimmer of the half-extinguished light , I saw the dull , yellow eye of the creature open ; it breathed hard , and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs , ... I rushed out of the room . _ '' -RSB- How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe , or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form ? His limbs were in proportion , and I had selected his features as beautiful .