Hook

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Later that night in a vision or a nightmare depending on how you look at it, accompanied by lightning and thunder, Mary was struck with an idea. Saying I saw with shut eyes but acute mental vision, I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts, kneeling beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out and then on the working of some powerful engine shows signs of life and stir with an uneasy, half-vital motion. His success would terrify the artist. He would rush away from his odious handiwork or, stricken, would hope that it left to itself, the slight spark of life which he had communicated would fade. Frankenstein or the modern Prometheus was born.