Let your imagination grasp if you can; walking down a bustling street, people going about their daily business then suddenly stopping without hesitation to glare. As you draw nearer the faces of the crowds gaze from horror to repulsion. The disgusted people whisper jeers to each other and all are too appalled to speak to you or ask you your name. So different from everyone else, you are ugly and have nothing by which to answer even if asked. You feel awful despair as you approach and they turn away in repulsion and feel the sting of their eyes and then the cold of their shoulders.

In Mary Shelly's novel Frankenstein, The Creature's sad fate is a representation of what it means to be different. Because of this unfortunate destiny, The Creature remains hidden and secluded. He feels the isolation forced upon him and wicked...