Scarcely had the demon cast
his burning stare upon her.
Scarcely had...
...the demon cast his burning stare upon her...
...leaving his face entirely without symmetry...
...leaving his face entirely without form...
...and as her fingertips touched upon his lips,
he melted into her.
She's looking for you.
Next time you run off to read ghost stories,
take me with you.
Who says I was reading ghost stories?
It's thrilling, isn't it?
My heart was racing, I was so scared.
If I were you, I'd be more scared
of your father catching you reading it.
I don't know how he vexes so.
People liked his Gothic novels.
Your father is in the bookshop working.
Claire has been tending to the house.
I have spent all hours going through the ledgers.
Where were you today
that you couldn't relieve your father for a few hours?
I completed my work for today.
I just went out for some fresh air.
I know where you were.
Look who has returned, my dear.
I just went out for a walk.
Glad to see you
devoting yourself to these great works, Mary.
"To love reading is to have everything within your reach."
Payment is over-due, Mr. Godwin.
Need I remind you of the conditions of your loan?
Business has been very poor.
Allow me one more month.
Another month? It's six months already.
Now, weren't you asking for a ghost story?
Is it a new one?
Another month. Understand?
I will rise from the grave...
...to tell the tale of the treachery I have suffered.
And to seek my revenge!
Scarcely had the demon cast...
...his burning stare upon her...
...in her icy cheeks...
Claire, Claire. Claire!
It's just a nightmare.
It's all right.
Go back to sleep.
It's all right.
Go back to sleep.
You can't sleep?
Do you miss her?
She was so full of passion.
So full of defiance.
As if she were at war constantly
with everyone and everything.
And enjoying every moment of the battle.
Warriors like your mother are never long for this world.
The Devil's claws lunged at the maiden's neck.
Sinking his talons...
...deep, deep into her ripe, pale skin.
Blood dripped... like tracks in milky snow.
Mary?
She screamed.
Where are you?
No one watching the shop,
and you back here scribbling away like a child.
Let's see what's so important
that it's kept you from your work, shall we?
It is private.
What thoughts haunt the daughter
of these esteemed writers?
Let go!
Mary.
She pushed me!
- Did you not see her- - I didn't do anything.
You all right?
I can't live with someone like this.
There's not a grain of respect in her.
- I didn't do anything! - That's enough. That's enough.
He's an old friend.
Mr. Baxter is as firm a believer in education
as I am.
You'll find his house very comfortable.
Scotland?
I'm sending you away because I love you, Mary.
And because I sincerely hope
that you'll find the refuge that you need there.
Also that the solitude will give you time
for introspection.
Your writing...
...this is the work of an imitator.
Rid yourself of the thoughts and words
of other people, Mary.
Find your own voice.
Mary! Welcome.
Oh, my God, you look so much like your mother.
And, thank the Lord, not a thing like your father.
I'm William Baxter. This is my daughter Isabel.
We'll do our best to keep you amused out here, Mary.
It may not be as bustling as London,
but I'm sure we can find some ways to pass the time.
The night is so different here.
How do people sleep with all this silence?
Come on, I know just where to go.
I've thought of trying to summon my mother...
...by séance.
But she suffered so long with illness...
...what if she has finally found peace at last?
Wouldn't it be cruel to disturb her?
Do you think it could really work,
reaching the dead?
I already feel her presence.
I miss her so much.
Not a day goes by when I don't think of her.
Would you ever consider trying to contact your mother?
Maybe she wouldn't want me to.
Given I was the one who killed her.
She died just days after I was born.
Oh, Mary.
I love it in Scotland.
Nothing is as I expected it would be.
You've only been here a few weeks.
Give it time.
In London it's not often we have occasion
to picnic by the river.
Your mistake is waiting for an occasion.
I looked upon the rotting sea And drew my eyes away
I looked upon the rotting deck And there the dead men lay
I looked to Heaven and tried to pray
But before a prayer had gushed A wicked whisper came...
Come in. Come in. You must be freezing.
If I could just give you a couple of my essays.
My contribution to this evening's entertainment.
- How are you? - Good. How's the party?
Isabel... who is that?
Oh, that's Shelley.
Beautiful, isn't he?
He's a radical poet.
He thinks poetry should reform society,
and so he's often in trouble.
Sounds like quite a catch.
Come, let me introduce you to some friends.
There is someone I would like you to meet.
Good luck.
Percy, may I present Mary. Mary-
Baxter! Come and join us!
Oh, it's Coleridge.
Mary, could you put these nameplates out, please?
Let me get those for you.
I'm Percy Bysshe Shelley.
I am Mary Wollstonecraft-Godwin.
Of course.
Baxter mentioned you'd be joining the family here.
I am a great admirer of both your parents' work.
I hope I can entrust you to this task, Mr. Shelley.
Or will you try to incite me to revolution?
My reputation precedes me.
Won't you welcome a change from the deafening quiet?
I've grown accustomed to it.
In London I spend most of my time in my father's bookshop.
So the deafening quiet is not as dramatic as you may think.
Baxter does his best for these gatherings.
Any lover of poetry will surely find a great thrill in the work
that is being presented here.
So surely you are a writer yourself?
Not really.
Nothing substantial.
I hope to, someday.
And what, may I ask, would you constitute
as "substantial" in your eyes?
Anything that curdles the blood
and quickens the beatings of the heart.
Ah, perfect!
Now may I steal Mr. Shelley away?
We would love a poem, sir.
Certainly, sir.
Without an audience, ideas remain mere words on a page.
Mr. Shelley, your essay.
Oh, I have no need for those. Thank you.
I shall trust in the spark of new found inspiration.
Oh, not the visioned poet in his dreams
When silvery clouds float through the wildered brain
When every sight of lovely, wild and grand
Astonishes
Enraptures
Elevates
So bright...
...so fair, so wild a shape
Hath ever yet beheld
As that which reined the coursers of the air
And poured the magic of her gaze
Upon the maiden's sleep
Alone, alone
All alone
Upon the wide, wide sea
And God will not take pity on my soul in agony
- This weather. - Ah, stop complaining.
It's Scotland, what do you expect?
So I say to you, if all things come from God...
...and we all come from God,
are we not part of God?
When we think, do we not behold the very thoughts of God?
Can't say I feel like much of a god.
Your body is tired, Baxter,
but your spirit, it longs to soar.
What of you, Miss Godwin?
Do you think you are of God...
...like the great poet Coleridge?
I'll admit...
...I thought Coleridge was much more captivating
when I was a child.
There you go.
I'm surprised you can remember back that far.
Behold the majesty of God's creation...
Well just how old are you then,
dear ancient one?
Old enough to know why you are asking.
Ah.
It's inspirational, don't you think?
- I'm 16. - Hmm.
How about you?
21.
A wise old man indeed.
As mountain springs under the morning sun
We shall become the same
We shall be one spirit within two frames
Oh, wherefore two?
One passion in twin hearts which grows and grew
Till like two meteors of expanding flame
Those spheres instinct with it become the same
Touch, mingle
Are transfigured ever still
Burning, yet inconsumable
Mary...
...I'm afraid I have some terrible news from London.
It's your sister Claire.
May I ask you...
...could you tell Mr. Shelley I said goodbye?
Of course.
Was Scotland everything I said it would be?
Were you happy?
I was.
You will live again, Mary. You have your mother's spirit.
You won't be confined for long.
She's been like this for weeks.
Claire?
Thank God! You're finally back!
So you aren't dying?
Only from boredom.
You mean you weren't sick at all?
Well... maybe a little bit.
Poor captive bird!
Who, from thy narrow cage
Pourest such music, that it might assuage
The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee
Were they not deaf towards sweet melody
This song shall be thy rose, its petals pale
Are dead, indeed,
my adored Nightingale!
It seems my mother's latest reverie
is a young protégé for your father.
We are all to be on our best behavior
at dinner tonight to win him over.
He's wealthy, evidently.
She's a woman of indomitable hope,
I can't deny her that.
Mr. Percy Shelley,
may I present Mrs. Godwin, my wife.
And our children, William, Claire and Mary.
Delighted.
My husband tells me you're a poet, Mr Shelley.
He speaks very highly of your work.
Well, I am humbled by his praise, Mrs. Godwin.
I must admit, though, my work is not yet widely known.
Although I have just completed my second volume which...
...awaits publication.
Very impressive achievement for such a young man.
Any achievement of mine falls within the shadow
of your influence, Mr. Godwin.
You flatter me.
Hope you will consider my proposal
to take me on as your protégé.
I have a considerable allowance at my disposal...
...and would gladly reimburse you for any time you might spare.
Well, I feel duty bound to...
...foster such ability.
Well then, that's settled.
How fortunate we are
to be in the presence of two great minds.
You must see our bookshop, Mr. Shelley.
I have a copy of "The Iliad" in the original Greek.
Hmm.
Perhaps Mary will show it to you after dinner.
How are you here?
Does it seem so strange that I would seek out the tutelage
of the great William Godwin?
Clearly I'm not only here to see your father.
Then why are you here?
To once again feel the curdling of my blood
and the quickening of the beatings of my heart.
Mary?
Mr. Shelley?
Your father would like to see Mr. Shelley.
Thank you.
I will be with him momentarily.
I'm quite enjoying the, uh, collection.
So I see.
As I was saying,
both your parents are a great source of inspiration to me.
My mother died when I was ten days old.
I'm sorry, I had no idea.
Don't be sorry.
I love to talk about her.
Even if I never truly knew her.
All of the contradictions she embodied.
All anyone ever talks about...
...now is how she wanted to go off
and live with a married man and his wife...
...in a ménage à trois.
And what do you think about...
...all that?
I have no problem with it.
People should live and love as they wish.
But one thing I've never understood is...
...why did two radicals such as your parents
succumb to marriage?
To legitimize me.
Meet me...
...tomorrow.
Just tell me where.
There is a place I go alone.
I'm not sure what you'll make of it.
My sanctuary of sorts.
Then it will be my sanctuary, too.
I come here whenever I can.
Just to feel her embrace.
My father taught me to read...
...by tracing the letters of her name.
I don't know what it is I'm waiting for here.
Maybe you're just waiting for someone to reach out and...
...return your embrace.
I thought we would never escape the rain.
I think I'd rather suffer the deluge outside.
If God is everywhere,
then why must Man erect temples to Him?
Because it is your imagination
that is the instrument of moral good,
not these four walls.
Let's see if the Great Creator strikes us down.
You shall fear the Lord your God.
Thrones, altars...
...judgement seats, and prisons,
they are all part of one gigantic, despotic system...
...designed to crush the soul of Man.
Their empty covenant has no power over us.
I fear not of God,
or His henchmen on Earth.
Hmm.
Someone's here.
Percy.
So the Judgement Day is upon us already.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Oh, Mr. Shelley, it is a real book.
Your name looks so good in that gold typeface.
I'm sure it will be more popular
than your treatise on the virtues of atheism.
Ghost stories and romance novels might sell, my dear,
but it's books that challenge the common doctrine
and superstition that will truly endure.
We rely on brave works like this
to push the world out of its misery and delusion.
Well done, sir.
I hope you like it, Miss Godwin.
I'm sure I will.
Read it when you're alone.
Oh, give it to me!
Give it to me. Please, Mary.
Mary.
"The sunlight clasp the Earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kissings worth..."
"If thou kiss not me?"
Miss Godwin?
Yes?
I am Mrs. Shelley. Harriet Shelley.
And this is Ianthe, our daughter.
How can I help you, Mrs. Shelley?
I am searching for my husband.
He's not here.
My father works alone today.
I cannot help you any further.
Miss Godwin!
Stay away from Percy.
I have not seen him in weeks but I have heard rumors.
Surely a wife of Mr. Shelley would be impervious to gossip?
Evidently you are a stranger to scandal, Miss Godwin.
Did you know I ran away with Percy when I was a girl?
Idealism and love give us courage.
But they do not prepare you for the sacrifice
required to love a man like Percy.
Your husband is my father's student.
Nothing more.
If I see Mr. Shelley,
I will let him know you are looking for him.
Goodbye, Mrs. Shelley.
Claire?
Your wife is very pretty, Mr. Shelley.
I didn't know you were married.
Yes.
Yes, I've been married for five years now.
Well, well.
We look forward to meeting Mrs. Shelley.
Perhaps she would like to join us for dinner one evening?
Your offer is most kind, Mrs. Godwin.
However, Mrs. Shelley and I are man and wife in name...
...only.
I continue to provide for Harriet
and my daughter Ianthe financially but that is all.
It is an intolerable tyranny...
...to bind husband and wife to cohabitation
after the decay of their affection.
Yeah.
I remember saying something like that when I was young.
How could you do such a thing?
- What did I do? - You told her.
I had to.
How could you not speak of Harriet and Ianthe?
My marriage was a mistake.
I believed that I'd found in Harriet a kindred spirit.
But time revealed only an empty, heartless cynicism
that consumed the both of us in a spiral of hate and anguish.
But when I met you...
...for the first time since my marriage, I felt alive.
And had you known I was married,
propriety would have gotten the better of you.
Propriety has never been a concern of mine.
I promise you it can be very easy to say that,
but it can be very different to live it.
Which is what I challenge you to do now.
You challenge me to what?
- To do what- - Shh!
To do what your heart is telling you to do
and to come away with me.
And let us both find...
...new air to fill our lungs.
A new sun to warm our faces.
See a new life that is actually worth the living...
...together.
The air in this house was stifling
long before Shelley,
but the fact that he comes here every day
makes it even less bearable.
Feels like I'm suffocating.
I just want to get away.
At least you went to Scotland.
I've never been anywhere.
Next time we'll go somewhere together.
We'll set off around the world,
just you and me.
And we'll meet amazing people
and go to wonderful places.
And none of this,
or any of these people, will matter at all.
They won't mean a thing.
I promise.
I can't imagine anything more wonderful.
Done so soon, Mr. Shelley?
I thought you and Mr. Godwin would be working
through the afternoon.
I'm afraid I don't feel up to much of anything today,
Mrs. Godwin.
Mr. Shelley seems to be suffering
from some sort of emotional anguish.
Perhaps he was disappointed to find that...
...you do not cultivate the same public feats of wantonness
as your dear departed mother.
I would ask that you not speak ill of my mother.
Oh, but of course.
How dare anyone utter one word out of turn
about a deceased person of such eminent merit?
At least you have not inherited that strange deficit of hers.
That foolish impulsiveness
which mistook wretchedness with emancipation.
I have inherited nothing but a fire in my soul
and I will no longer allow you,
or anyone else, to contain it.
Are you really involved with that whoremonger?
I hope those rumors prove to be false.
Just when we have found an avenue for our salvation,
you go and turn our fortunes into yet another scandal.
Do you believe I care at all for my reputation?
Or yours?
I fear nothing but letting your meaningless words
scare me away from my desires.
The sunlight clasps the Earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
Mary.
What do you mean? But you're already married.
We love each other.
We don't need to be married.
I told you your warped ideals
would come back to haunt us.
Mrs. Godwin, please.
We are only living by your beliefs.
- Your principles. - What do you know of living your beliefs?
You had no problem with my mother
wanting to live out of wedlock.
Do you really think
you can withstand the consequences of this?
Your mother was tortured by her impulses.
The very passions she thought were holding her together
were working just as diligently to tear her apart.
Don't let them get the better of you, Mary.
And you forget whatever fantasy you've woven with my daughter.
Are you really suggesting
I could only be with your daughter if we were married?
How dare you?
Come into my house, you accept my hospitality
and seduce my 16 year old daughter!
Is it not you accepting my money?
Go back to your wife!
Never set foot in this house again.
My love, I will return for you.
If you ever see Mr. Shelley again,
prepare to lose the love of a father, forever.
Mary!
Don't look back, Mary.
Remember, once you are gone...
...none of this,
or any of these people, will matter at all.
But please, Mary, take me with you.
You promised next time we would go together.
I hope I haven't kept you waiting long!
I guess you come as a pair.
I couldn't leave her.
Come!
Where are we going?
To St. Pancras.
Ladies.
It's down here.
Thank you.
Oh!
It is temporary, of course.
Well, where will I sleep?
Try through there.
I am going to find us a house...
...and I intend it to be perfect.
It already is perfect.
I have you.
Wherever we're together is where I belong.
Are you sure, Mary?
Only if you are ready, my love.
I'm free to write what I please.
Like a torrent of light
poured into a dark world.
All around me I see bliss,
'cause I now know what it is to love...
Its very essence is liberty.
...and be loved.
It is comparable neither with obedience, jealousy nor fear.
It is there, most pure, perfect and unlimited.
...close round the dying girl.
Out and in they hurry and spin
and dance, through the dance.
They dance through the weary Whirl.
Patience, patience, though my heart is breaking.
God, there is no question-making
of thy body thou art quit and free.
Heaven keep thy soul eternally!
I trust you've enjoyed the last of the claret?
Would it be unwise to ask how it went today?
My publishers are fools.
Don't let them upset you.
They're not worth it.
But their advance is worth everything, Mary.
My father has cut me off.
He says I've disgraced his name
because of the scandal that surrounds us.
So now you know.
This one. Is that of any interest?
No?
Not interested in those. What else do you have?
Well, 'Iliad' by Homer in the original Greek.
Father?
It's been weeks.
You're selling it?
Yes. There comes a time when we all
have to let go of the things we hold dear.
It's your decision, Mary, and you must live with it.
He claims to love humanity yet forsakes his child.
I wish nothing more than that you should thrive.
But, look at you.
So, do you want to sell it?
No.
Erasmus Darwin once wrote...
Who is Erasmus Darwin?
A poet and a physician.
He once wrote that a man who has never tried an experiment in his life is a fool.
...on my sister's cat.
Oh Shelley, you didn't!
No, I didn't. I have the claw marks to prove it.
What's going on?
I remembered a debt unpaid.
I know how much you love science, Mary.
Watch this.
This is incredible.
And this is for you.
Shelley.
You shouldn't have spent money on dresses.
Don't be silly, Mary, it's beautiful.
That is not all.
Tomorrow we move to our new house in Bloomsbury.
- The servants will meet us there. - Servants!
Because how can we write if we are forced to tend
to such domestic mundanities
as the shopping and the cleaning.
You make everything seem possible.
- It's a step up from St. Pancras. - Welcome home, Mary.
Stop.
Wait for me!
Come on.
A day devoted to love and idleness
but despite my earthly paradise I feel a frustration born of guilt.
A constant whisper that I am no closer to achieving my dreams.
Excuse me,
are you the poet Shelley?
Yes. Yes, I am.
- Would you sign my pocketbook? - Of course.
Our friends will be terribly jealous.
There.
Well, have a good day.
My love, I have news.
Oh, my Mary. Hey, a baby.
What news!
- You're happy? - Of course I'm happy.
Why? Aren't you?
I've never had a mother. What if I fail?
You think we can only learn by example?
What of pure instinct? Of the inherent good that lies in all of us?
And that, my darling, you have in abundance.
- As will our little girl. - You think it's a girl?
She will be our very own prodigy.
Ianthe, come here.
Good girl.
Come, we have to go.
Now.
Take me with you, please, take me.
Please, Mary, take me with you.
Take me with you.
There is someone in my room.
Someone? Did you see him?
No. They...
- No one, nothing. - It's one of your nightmares, Claire.
- I will sit with her. - No, no, I will take her to bed.
You need to rest. Think of the baby. Claire, come on.
She sleeps. Finally.
And you should, too.
I love you, Mary.
Allow me to do it.
Absolutely no clue.
I can't tell if you're telling the truth or not.
I am telling the truth.
Who's paying for it? I'm paying for it?
No.
You're gonna ruin me, Claire Clairmont. You're gonna ruin me.
- What's all this for? - Oh, there you are. Guess what.
Tonight we are having a dinner party.
Come here. Don't we deserve a little fun?
My dear, dear friend Thomas Hogg is in town and has just published his first book.
So I thought we would throw him a party to celebrate.
Ma'am, how many guests are we expecting this evening?
Maybe 10.
10 or 12?
12.
Did the publisher's advance come in?
I borrowed against my father's estate.
Percy, there's no way we can afford to pay it back.
Come on... come here. Come.
I'm sorry it's not much of a celebration, Mr Hogg.
It appears we're even more scandalous than we realized.
Don't trouble yourself, Mary.
Shelley and I have a long history of courting trouble.
We began writing a novel together back at Oxford but
publishers deemed it too subversive.
We had more success with our treatise which we wrote anonymously:
'The Necessity of Atheism'.
- Because it was published? - Because it resulted in our expulsion from Oxford.
I'm beginning to suspect you have a penchant for being anonymous.
What's the point of being published if you don't have your name on it? Why bother?
I assume you also write?
It's not anything like my parents.
Soon Mary will produce a work that will surpass all of us.
How about you, Miss Clairmont?
Do you write or are there other tricks you perform?
I have my own talents.
- Claire is an accomplished singer. - So she says.
I'm yet to hear it.
Will you sing for us?
I will sing, and if you happen to overhear
I suppose, it can't be helped.
She has spirit this one, I can see why you keep her.
♪ A sweet scented courtier did give me a kiss ♪
♪ And promised me rightly that I would be his ♪
♪ But I'll not believe him for it is too true ♪
♪ Courtiers promise much more than they do ♪
♪ My thing is my own That I'll keep it so still ♪
♪ Other young lassies can do what they will ♪
Ma'am, Mr. Hogg... is here to see you.
Mr. Hogg?
Thank you, Eliza.
Shelley will be sorry to have missed you. Would you care to wait?
I should like that very much, Mary.
- Are you hungry? - I'm fine, thank you.
You're writing?
Ledgers. But it might as well be Latin.
- Are you schooled in Latin? - Yes, my father insisted upon it.
Why don't you sit down?
I fear my Latin is not what it was when I was at Oxford.
May I... practice upon you Mary?
I'm not sure I'd be of much use to you.
My mind is all over the place these days.
Perhaps you should practice upon me.
I cannot believe you fired the servant for that, Shelley.
Who do you think you are?
Mary?
What's wrong? Is it the baby?
Claire, could you please leave us?
Hogg came to the house.
And then
- ...he made an advance, but I didn't, I- - So you did not comply?
Of course not. I would never-
Mary. Hey.
I have no quarrel with you and Thomas becoming lovers.
Isn't this what we believe in?
Unconventional approaches to living?
After all, why should we not have such an arrangement? I do not own you.
You are free to be with whomever you please.
Oh, but I don't want to be with anyone else.
Don't you believe that love is free?
- Yes. Free to be with one person... - That is poor logic, Mary.
Your choice means nothing to me.
What disappoints me is that you wouldn't even consider it.
Leads me to question how much you value your beliefs
when you will not attempt to live them.
I believe, with all my heart, there are all sorts of ways of living.
And I will fight for anyone's right to live accordingly.
But my truth is that there is no one else for me.
Do you wish to be with someone else?
I merely suggest that you do not offer me the same freedoms I offer you.
You're a hypocrite. Like your father.
And you are nothing close to the man that I thought you were.
Wanting for my 'happily ever after', I lowered my defenses
forgetting the first lesson I was taught:
that I was brought into this world to be abandoned.
That I am irrevocably alone.
Mary.
Are you not cold, Mary?
My hypocrisy keeps me warm.
As does my cloak of disappointment.
I'm going to tell Hogg not to call here again.
I already told him with my fist.
You have to understand, Mary, that...
...I have always lived this way... to a fault.
And I thought this was something we both believed in.
An ideal we shared.
But had I truly considered it, and I let myself fully understand what I was doing
I would never let anything... anything come between us.
I have a surprise for you.
We're going out.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Phantasmagoria. Starring
Claire Clairmont, yours truly.
It's Lord Byron.
Let us go and talk to him.
Lord Byron!
My Lord...
may I introduce to you the poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley and a great admirer of your work.
I know Mr. Shelley.
I enjoyed "Queen Mab".
- Credit to you. - Thank you.
And now our final act, Mr. Brycison the Galvanizer.
Who amongst you has ever wondered if the dead could return to life?
Thanks to scientific discovery, mankind is on the cusp of conquering mortality.
Using this frog and an electrical current
I will demonstrate how muscular stimulation is possible via electrical means.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you to the process of galvanism.
Is that really possible? That the dead could come back to life?
There is every possibility.
That has brought you back to life.
Oh, Clara, you are so beautiful... and tiny.
Did you ever see such tiny hands?
She's so beautiful.
Almost as beautiful as you, my love.
Mary, can I get you anything?
I have all I need.
And what a trio we will be.
Yes, she agrees.
You agree? We're gonna be a trio.
You're gonna be our special little prodigy. Yeah.
I can scarcely believe that one small being can be responsible
for such joy.
Is all that is truly required is that we live well, be happy,
and make others so?
♪ Over the hills and far... ♪
She's sleeping.
We must leave at once.
What do you mean?
What has happened?
Creditors are coming.
- Percy. Clara's not well. - Mary, we do not have time to discuss this.
It's raining outside.
We can't take her. The doctor said she must keep warm.
We have no choice.
Claire, are you ready?
Percy.
Eliza, do not tell them anything.
Claire.
Mary. Come.
Please.
We must get back to St. Pancras.
They won't find us there.
Mary!
Mary, please.
She needs shelter now.
Mary...
it breaks my heart to see you like this.
The doctor told you, Clara was never for this world.
What about your books?
I mean surely there is something you would like to read?
The books?
The books survived the creditors, didn't they?
I miss her, too, Mary.
Desperately.
Desperately. But I don't want to lose you as well.
Leave me alone.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead
Are heaped for the beloved's bed
And so thy thoughts When thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber on
♪ Tommy was a piper's son ♪
♪ He learned to play when he was young ♪
♪ The only tune that he could play ♪
You'll come to me in dreams, my love.
I will not ask a dearer bliss.
I dreamed of her last night.
That we lit a fire in the fireplace and the fire's warmth nursed her back to life.
My love, I haven't seen you smile at me in weeks.
Oh, Claire.
- He invited you to Geneva? - No, Mary. Lord Byron has invited us.
- Us? - You, me and Shelley. All of us.
Do you think you are the only one who can attract a poet?
No, Claire. In fact I am very aware of your abilities.
But... we have to go.
I am pregnant.
Who's the father?
Mary. Mary, it is Byron's, of course.
I've been meeting him in secret for quite some time now.
Don't you see?
Geneva will give me the chance to talk to him, away from the crowds of London.
I mean you, of all people, should know that this city loves a scandal.
Shelley, we've been invited to Geneva by Lord Byron.
Lord Byron? Oh my word!
This is an unmissable opportunity.
This could help us immensely. Um...
I'm not ready for this.
Mary.
Percy, I don't think I'm ready for this. Please.
- Not yet. - Oh, Mary, I miss her too.
Oh, I wish I could have saved her.
I'm not asking you to let go of her, Mary.
I'm just asking you to raise above your grief.
To raise her spirit to the great heights she deserves.
Thank you.
I was surprised to hear you were staying here?
Most tourists come to gawk at the place.
We've become accustomed to prying eyes ourselves. I'm sure we'll manage.
Mr. Shelley!
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more.
I received Miss Clairmont's letter yesterday alerting me of this impending arrival.
My Lord, it is an honor. And may I introduce Miss Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin?
Miss Godwin.
Forgive me but there is a smile hidden inside of you, I can see it.
And it is beautiful and brutal.
And I hope that before long I can coax it outside of you.
And there she is.
My Lord.
Claire.
Claire, I must remember next time that to mention travel plans to you
is tantamount to an invitation.
My Lord, I apologize. I fear there's been some confusion.
If our visit is an imposition, we will seek lodging elsewhere.
Please, don't concern yourselves. You must stay here as my guest.
Things have been getting bloody boring round here and I
will be grateful for the distraction.
In fact there is the Duke of Dulldom himself, Doctor Polidori.
Come with me.
Doctor Polidori, Miss Godwin.
She doesn't smile.
Charmed, Miss Godwin.
Don't embarrass the servants.
Are you a Doctor of Science, Doctor Polidori?
- I'm sorry, but I'm a physician. - Science fascinates Mary.
Why is being a physician disappointing. You save lives.
You bring babies into the world.
You help poets with their sleeping disorders.
Doctor Polidori wrote his thesis on the subject.
And, conveniently, I've become quite the somnambulist in his presence.
Well, I hope we can liven things up for you a little, My Lord.
I'm sure you will try, Miss Clairmont.
Would you like to join me in the parlor, Mr. Shelley?
Of course.
Perhaps you'll be more comfortable conversing with
Claire and Doctor Polidori, my love.
Byron...
I must say, the decor is interesting.
Byron likes to record his 'grand ideas'
on slips of paper and tack them up on the wall.
You should see the one in the parlor.
Gets littered with paper when we have company, or when he's stimulated.
This is poetry, my brother.
'On Death' by the incomparable yours truly.
Third stanza! Summon the muse.
The world is the nurse of all we know
This world the mother of all we feel
And the coming of death is a fearful blow
To the brain unencompassed with nerves of steel
When all we know
or feel or see
Shall pass like an unreal mystery!
I found this article and recalled your interest in science.
Is this possible? Reanimation?
That is the claim. Applying the principle of galvanism to human corpses.
Every lady in the land knows this.
She walks in beauty Like the night...
of cloudless Climes and starry skies
And all that's bright Of dark and light
- What?! - Bright! Bright, bright, bright!
All that's best of dark and bright
Meet in the aspect of her eyes
That's mellow to
thy tender light Which heaven to gaudy day deny
I was sorry to hear about your baby.
Her name was Clara.
I don't mean to upset you.
No. No, you haven't at all.
I thank you for speaking of her.
It's an unspeakable cruelty for a woman to lose a child.
I've seen it more times than I care to remember.
I'm in awe of you, Miss Godwin
and your strength to survive it.
Drink!
Drink. Drink.
Why not? Why would I not be sure?
It's called 'The Nightmare - The Curse Of The Incubus'.
The Angel fallen from grace because of insatiable lust.
You know the painter, don't you?
Henry Fuseli.
He was my mother's first love.
She tried to kill herself with an overdose of laudanum
when he left her for another woman.
I've never reconciled how someone as strong as my mother
was so vulnerable when it came to love.
Love will find its way through paths where wolves would fear to prey.
But if she wasn't impervious to the pain of heartbreak
what hope is there for the rest of us?
The great art of life is sensation.
To feel that you exist, even in pain.
I mean would you not die for love?
After all, what is life if it does not have love?
Nothing, according to you poets.
You are...
I've always believed that a woman
should be intelligent enough to understand what I'm saying but
not intelligent enough to be able to form ideas or opinions of her own.
You, Miss Godwin, have the chance to prove me wrong.
Play us a tune, Shelley.
Oh, this infernal copying. I'm bored of it.
I can't transcribe another word of these poems.
It's been raining like this for weeks.
We're all going to go insane.
Can't anyone think of ways to pass the time?
- Mary, please. - No. She's right.
Listen.
There are witches in the wind.
I have an idea.
We are, each one of us, to write a story.
A ghost story.
It's a competition, of course.
Whoever writes the finest story shall win.
Miss Clairmont... you...
...your job is to transcribe them.
How dare you?
What right do you have to treat me like this? Your lover.
Claire...
...you are not my lover.
You are a dalliance.
A lapse in judgement.
A silly little girl.
I'm sorry, have I caused a scene?
Sir, I have an urgent message arrived from London.
Claire!
Is everything alright, sir?
Claire.
Why, why must they be so vile?
Don't let such cruelty wound you.
You're stronger than you realize and you don't need
anything from them.
You don't need anything from them.
Thank you, Mary.
No!
- I need to speak to you. - No!
I no longer see the world and its works as they before
appeared to me.
But now misery has come home...
and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.
And I, a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity...
pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
Has Claire risen?
She sent down word. She is feeling unwell this morning.
Where is Shelley?
I had assumed he was with you.
I think we've found him.
Mr. Shelley.
You look like you could do with some breakfast.
Do I?
How were the taverns?
Disgusting.
I, uh, I started upon my story.
I've called it 'The Vampyre'.
Very well. Well we have our first story.
A vampire.
I thought the challenge was a-was a ghost story?
Not a childish superstition.
You do not believe in vampires, Mr. Shelley?
No more than I believe in physicians.
Percy, that's quite enough.
I thought you would know intimately
about the existence of nocturnal beings who exploit the vulnerable.
- Did you just slap him? - Madam, you have my sympathy.
No story from Polidori. How disappointing.
Whatever shall we do to entertain ourselves now?
Well I'm going to go riding.
I need something thick between my legs.
What's wrong with you?
You think I'm an idiot.
Oh, you claim no interest in Hogg. That's alright.
But the good doctor,
oh yes, he's more to your liking, isn't he?
Where were you all night?
I do not have to justify myself to you or to anyone!
- You have no idea the responsibilities I bear. - What responsibilities?
She drowned herself, Mary.
Threw herself in the filthy water at Battersea.
Who?
Harriet.
My wife.
It's time that we left this place.
Claire?
He doesn't want me.
He said...
he said that he will provide for the baby but that is all.
It's been such a mistake. Mary.
A mistake.
I wanted to say goodbye
to thank you for your hospitality.
I know what you must think of me
but I have never considered myself one for fatherhood.
I am under no illusions about your situation.
Claire, unfortunately...
I never loved her.
Nor did I pretend to love her.
Nor do I believe she loved me.
But a man is a man, and a girl is a girl.
And when a young girl comes prancing to an old man at all hours...
...there is but one way.
There is always another way.
And when we make such choices, there are inevitably consequences.
Always see.
Safe travels, Mary.
I look forward to reading your work some day.
Rid yourself of the thoughts and words of other people, Mary.
Find your own voice.
It was a dreary night of November and...
It was a dreary night of November
that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.
Remember that I am thy creature.
I ought to be thy Adam but I am rather the fallen angel
whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.
Everywhere I see bliss...
...from which...
...from which, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.
I was benevolent and good Misery made me a fiend
Make me happy.
And I shall again be virtuous.
"But soon", he cried
"I shall die
and what I now feel be no longer felt.
Soon...
these burning miseries will be extinct.
I shall ascend my funeral pyre triumphantly
and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.
My spirit will sleep in peace or if it thinks
it will not surely think thus.
Farewell."
The End.
Mary. Mary.
It is magnificent.
It exceeds even what I believed you capable of.
It has so much potential.
I just have one question.
The doctor, he gets all these body parts
and he sews them together in order to make the most perfect creature
But when he brings it to life, essentially what he has created is a kind of monster.
Yes.
Well couldn't it be something more- something more hopeful?
Imagine if he could create the perfect being. Um, an angel.
An angel?!
Yes, and in doing so he could show what Man can be.
He creates a version of ourselves that shines with goodness
and thus, thus delivers a message for mankind.
It is a message for mankind.
Well I, I mean a message of hope and of perfection.
What would you- what would we know of hope and perfection?
Look around you.
Look at the mess we've made.
Look at me.
It makes sense this way.
- I'll take it to my publisher and convince... - No. I will go alone.
You are how old, Miss Godwin?
I am 18.
That really is quite young.
If I'm old enough to bear children, I'm old enough to put pen to paper.
Curious subject matter for a young lady, wouldn't you say?
And when that young lady just happens to be the wife, uh...
companion of Mr. Shelley...
Are you suggesting the work belongs to Mr. Shelley?
Well, perhaps there are some other writings of yours that I could compare it to?
It is my story.
Did you ask this of Mr. Shelley when he first presented his work to you?
Or do you save this insult for young women?
And you dare to question a woman's ability to experience loss, death...
...betrayal.
All of which is present in this story. In my story.
Which you would have realized if you'd employed the time judging the work
instead of judging me.
Did you finish it?
Yes.
It chilled me to the bone.
It's good to enjoy a ghost story now and then.
We both know this is no ghost story.
I've never read such a perfect encapsulation of what it feels to be abandoned.
I seethed with your monster's rage.
I lusted for his revenge.
Because it was my own.
I wonder...
...how many souls will sympathize with your creature's torments?
More than should, I expect.
It is time I moved home.
You must get your story published, Mary.
Dear Madam, thank you for sending us your manuscript,
'Frankenstein or A Modern Prometheus'.
Unfortunately, this is not a piece that interests us.
inform you that we shall not be publishing your manuscript.
our taste in judgement alike revolts
This subject is not to the taste of our readers from a female author.
In fact, it strikes us as hardly an appropriate subject for a young lady
We do not deny that the work has merit but we are cautious in proceeding.
The truth is you have nowhere else to go with your story.
The Lackington Group will publish it. 500 copies will be printed.
It will be published anonymously, provided you write the introduction.
Well of course. I'd be delighted.
So everyone will think you wrote it.
Provided it's published, what does it matter?
What does it matter?
How is it possible that you still don't understand?!
You want me to abandon my claim because my gender might spoil its success.
- I never said that. - You don't have to.
Not once do you ever think about the consequences of your actions!
You bear just as much responsibility for our life as I.
I, I'm not the, some grand architect of our misery, Mary.
You bear the responsibility.
I bear the responsibility of ever believing in you!
...thank you.
John!
- You look... - Like I've seen better days?
Mr. Godwin said the same.
You saw my father?
Yes. His shop is stocking my work.
You finished it.
Not quite.
Lord Byron!
I'd all but forgotten about it until
Byron's publisher somehow got a hold of it and printed it as his.
I tried to assert my rights as the true author
but in response I've only been called a plagiarist.
I will write to Byron and appeal to him to tell the truth.
He has already tried. He despises the story.
The public just has no interest in the truth.
What about your mysterious masterpiece?
The absence of your name was notable.
It is ironic, isn't it?
I write a story lampooning Byron, the blood-sucking devourer of souls
and he gets all the credit.
While you wrote about a desperately lonely and abandoned creature.
Abandoned by an irresponsible narcissist and She-
Shelley gets all the credit.
Nonetheless, congratulations.
Shelley must be pleased.
I haven't seen Shelley in months.
It's for you.
We have created monsters, Mary.
But let's not let them devour us.
Gentlemen, welcome. Thank you for coming.
We're here to celebrate the success of 'Frankenstein; Or The Modern Prometheus'.
It's a remarkable story asserting, as it does, the...
absolute human necessity for connection.
From the moment Doctor Frankenstein's creature opens its eyes
it seeks the touch of its creator. But he recoils in terror
leaving the creature to its first of many experiences of neglect
and isolation.
And if only Frankenstein had been able to bestow upon his creation
a compassionate touch. A kind word.
What a tragedy might have been avoided.
But it is a credit to the writer that it is these very thoughts
that continue to run through our minds long after we've
turned the final page of this book
which I know you all agree is one of the most complete and
certainly one of the most original publications of our age.
As...
Thank you.
I know many of you wonder who could have written this horrific tale
and why was it published anonymously.
I see some of you suggest that the work belongs to me.
Indeed, you could say that the work would not even exist without my contribution.
But to my shame
the only claim I remotely have to this work
is inspiring the desperate loneliness that defines Frankenstein's creature.
The author of 'Frankenstein; Or A Modern Prometheus' is, of course
Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin.
It is a work of singular genius and she is indebted to no one in its creation.
Percy.
Mary.
I really thought you'd left for good.
I never promised you a life without misery
but I underestimated the depths of despair
and the weight of regret we were to endure.
I lost everything to be with you, Percy.
Always set out to create something wonderful
something beautiful.
But something volatile seethed within us.
Behold...
the monster galvanized
but if I had not learned to fight through the anguish
I would not have found this voice again.
My choices made me who I am.
And I regret nothing.
You were soon borne away by the waves
and lost in darkness and distance.
几乎没有 魔鬼投了
他的灼热盯着她。
几乎没有......
恶魔演员 他的灼热盯着她......
......离开他的脸 完全没有对称...
......离开他的脸 完全没有形式...
......和她的指尖一样 触摸到他的嘴唇，
他融化成了她。
她在找你。
下次你跑步 读鬼故事，
带我一起走。
谁说我是 阅读鬼故事？
这很刺激，不是吗？
我的心在赛跑， 我很害怕。
如果我是你， 我会更害怕
你父亲的 抓住你阅读它。
我不知道他如此烦恼。
人们喜欢他的哥特式 小说。
你的父亲 在书店里工作。
克莱尔一直在抚养 到房子。
我花了所有的时间 通过分类帐。
你今天在哪里？
你无法缓解 你父亲几个小时？
我完成了我的工作 今天。
我刚出去 换一些新鲜空气。
我知道你在哪里。
看看谁回来了， 我亲爱的。
我刚出去散步。
很高兴见到你
献身自己 对这些伟大的作品，玛丽。
“爱读书就是要有 一切都在你的范围之内。“
付款超支，先生。 戈德温。
我需要提醒你 你的贷款条件？
生意一直很差。
再给我一个月。
又一个月？ 已经六个月了。
现在，你不是问 为了一个鬼故事？
这是一个新的吗？
又一个月。理解？
我将从坟墓中起来......
说出这个故事的故事 我遭受了背叛。
并寻求我的报复！
几乎没有魔鬼演员...
他燃烧的目光 在她身上...
......在她冰冷的脸颊里......
克莱尔，克莱尔。克莱尔！
这只是一场噩梦。
没关系。
回去睡觉。
没关系。
回去睡觉。
你睡不着？
你想念她吗？
她充满激情。
如此充满蔑视。
仿佛她不断在战争中
与大家一起。
享受每一刻 的战斗。
像你妈妈一样的勇士是 这个世界永远不会长。
魔鬼的爪子 冲到少女的脖子上。
沉没他的爪子...
......深入，深入她熟悉的， 皮肤苍白。
血液滴落... 像乳白色的雪中的轨道。
玛丽？
她尖叫起来。
你在哪？
没人看店，
你回到这里 像孩子一样乱写。
让我们看看有什么重要的
它保持着你 从你的工作中，我们可以吗？
它是私人的。
有什么想法 困扰着女儿
这些尊敬的作家？
松手！
玛丽。
她推我！
- 你没有看到她 - - 我什么都没做。
你没事吧？
我无法活下去 像这样的人。
没有粮食 尊重她的。
- 我什么也没做！ - 够了。这就够了。
他是一位老朋友。
巴克斯特先生坚定 教育的信徒
如我一般。
你会找到他的房子 非常舒服。
苏格兰？
我正在寄给你 因为我爱你，玛丽。
因为我真诚希望
你会找到避难所 你需要那里。
还有那孤独 会给你时间
进行反思。
你的写作...
...这是工作 的模仿者。
摆脱困境 思想和话语
Mary的其他人。
找到你自己的声音。
玛丽！欢迎。
哦，我的天啊，你看起来很多 像你的母亲。
而且，感谢主， 不是像你父亲那样的事情。
我是威廉巴克斯特。 这是我的女儿伊莎贝尔。
我们会尽力保持你的身体 在这里逗乐，玛丽。
它可能不是 像伦敦一样繁华，
但我相信我们可以找到 一些方法来打发时间。
这里的夜晚非常不同。
人们如何入睡 这一切沉默？
来吧，我知道 去哪里。
我想过尝试 召唤我的母亲......
... byséance。
但她遭受了这么长时间 因病...
......如果她终于有了 终于找到和平了？
这不是残酷吗？ 打扰她？
你认为 它真的可以工作，
到达死者？
我已经感觉到她的存在。
我很想她。
没有一天过得如何 当我没有想到她时。
你会考虑吗？ 试图联系你的母亲？
也许她不会 要我。
鉴于我是一个 谁杀了她。
她几天就死了 我出生后。
哦，玛丽。
我在苏格兰爱它。
没有什么是我期望的 这将是。
你只是在这里 几个星期。
给它时间。
在伦敦并不常见 我们有机会
在河边野餐。
你的错误在等待 一个场合。
我看了看 腐烂的大海把我的眼睛拉开了
我看着腐烂的甲板 那里有死人躺着
我仰望天堂 并试图祈祷
但是在祷告已经涌现之前 一个邪恶的耳语来了...
进来。进来吧。 你必须冷静下来。
如果我可以给你 我的几篇散文。
我对此的贡献 晚上的娱乐。
- 你好吗？ - 很好。派对如何？
伊莎贝尔......那是谁？
哦，那是雪莱。
美丽，不是吗？
他是一位激进的诗人。
他认为诗歌 应该改革社会，
所以他经常遇到麻烦。
听起来很不错。
来，让我介绍一下 给一些朋友。
有一个人 我想你见面。
祝你好运。
珀西，我可以介绍玛丽。 玛丽-
巴克斯特！加入我们吧！
哦，这是科尔里奇。
玛丽，你能放下吗？ 这些铭牌出来了吗？
让我为你拿到那些。
我是Percy Bysshe Shelley。
我是 玛丽Wollstonecraft戈德温。
当然。
巴克斯特提到你会的 在这里加入家庭。
我是一个崇拜者 你父母的工作。
我希望我能委托你 这个任务是谢利先生。
或者你会试图煽动我 革命？
我的声誉先于我。
你不欢迎改变吗？ 从震耳欲聋的安静？
我已经习惯了它。
在伦敦，我花了大部分时间 时间在我父亲的书店里。
所以震耳欲聋的安静不是 如你所想。
巴克斯特尽力而为 为这些聚会。
任何诗歌爱好者一定会 在工作中找到一个伟大的快感
这是在这里介绍的。
所以肯定 你自己是作家吗？
不是真的。
没有实质性的
我希望有一天。
我可以问一下， 你会构成吗？
在你眼中是“实质性”的？
任何凝结血液的东西
并加速殴打 的心脏。
啊，完美！
现在我可以 偷走了雪莱先生？
我们会喜欢一首诗，先生。
当然，先生。
没有观众，想法 留在页面上只是单词。
谢丽先生，你的散文。
哦，我不需要这些。 谢谢。
我会相信火花 新发现的灵感。
哦，不是有远见的诗人 在他的梦中
当银色的云彩漂浮时 通过被弄脏的大脑
当每一个可爱的景象， 野性和盛大
让人惊讶
Enraptures
提升
如此明亮...
......这么公平，如此狂野
至今还没有看到
就像那个勒住的那样 空气中的潇洒
并且倒了魔法 她的目光
少女的睡眠
独自一人
在广阔的大海上
上帝不会怜惜 在痛苦中我的灵魂
- 这种天气。 - 啊，停止抱怨。
这是苏格兰， 你能指望什么？
所以我告诉你，如果全部的话 事情来自上帝......
......我们都来自上帝，
我们不是上帝的一部分吗？
当我们想，我们不 看到上帝的思想？
不能说我感觉 很多的神。
巴克斯特，你的身体很累，
但你的精神， 它渴望翱翔。
戈德温小姐，你呢？
你认为你是上帝吗？
...像伟大的 诗人科尔里奇？
我承认...
......我认为科尔里奇 更加迷人
我小时候。
你走了。
我很惊讶你能 记得那么远。
看哪 神创造的威严...
那么你多大了，
亲爱的古代人？
足够老知道 你为什么问。
啊。
这是鼓舞人心的， 你不觉得吗？
- 我16岁。 - 嗯。
你呢？
21。
的确是一位聪明的老人。
如山 在早晨的太阳下弹簧
我们将变得一样
我们将是一个精神 在两帧之内
哦，为什么两个？
双胞胎心中有一种激情 它的增长和增长
直到像两个流星 扩大火焰
这些领域本能 它变得一样
触摸，混合
一直都是变形的
燃烧，但不可测
玛丽...
...恐怕我有一些 来自伦敦的可怕消息。
这是你的妹妹克莱尔。
可以问一下你吗...
......你能告诉谢利先生吗？ 我说再见？
当然。
苏格兰是一切吗？ 我说过会是？
你开心吗？
我曾是。
玛丽，你会再活一次。 你有你母亲的精神。
你不会被长期束缚。
她几周来一直这样。
克莱尔？
感谢上帝！ 你终于回来了！
所以你没有死？
只从无聊。
你的意思是你没有生病 在所有？
那么......也许有点。
可怜的俘虏鸟！
谁，从你狭窄的笼子里
Pourest这样的音乐， 它可能会减轻
那些崎岖的心脏 谁监禁了你
他们是不是聋哑人？ 甜美的旋律
这首歌曲是你的玫瑰， 它的花瓣苍白
事实上，
我崇拜的南丁格尔！
这似乎是我母亲的 最新的遐想
是一个年轻的门徒 为你的父亲。
我们都是 对我们最好的行为
在今晚的晚餐 赢得他的胜利。
显然，他很富有。
她是一个女人 不屈不挠的希望，
我不能否认她。
Percy Shelley先生，
我可以提供戈德温夫人吗？ 我的太太。
而我们的孩子， 威廉，克莱尔和玛丽。
欣喜的。
我的丈夫告诉我 你是一位诗人，雪莱先生。
他讲得很高 你的工作。
嗯，我很谦虚 通过他的称赞，戈德温夫人。
但我必须承认，我的工作 尚未广为人知。
虽然我刚刚完成 我的第二卷...
......等待出版。
非常令人印象深刻 成就这样一个年轻人。
任何成就 我落在阴影里
戈德温先生，你的影响力。
你奉承我。
希望你会 考虑我的建议
把我当做你的门徒。
我有相当的津贴 在我的处置...
...并很乐意报销你 任何时候你都可以放弃。
那么，我觉得义务......
培养这种能力。
那么，那已经解决了。
我们是多么幸运
在场 两个伟大的头脑。
你必须看到 我们的书店Shelley先生。
我有一份“The 伊利亚特“的原始希腊文。
嗯。
也许玛丽会展示它 晚餐后给你。
你好吗？
这看起来很奇怪吗？ 我会寻求指导
伟大的威廉戈德温？
很显然，我不仅在这里 去见你父亲。
那你为什么在这里？
再次感受 凝结我的血液
和加快 殴打我的心脏。
玛丽？
Shelley先生？
你的父亲会喜欢 去见谢利先生。
谢谢。
我会暂时和他在一起。
我很享受， 呃，收藏。
所以我明白了。
正如我所说，
你的父母都很棒 灵感来源于我。
我的母亲去世了 当我十岁时。
对不起，我不知道。
不要对不起。
我喜欢谈论她。
即使我从来没有真正认识她。
所有的矛盾 她体现了。
所有人都在谈论......
...现在是她想要的 去掉
和一个已婚男人住在一起 和他的妻子...
......在一个三重奏中。
你怎么看待...
...所有这一切？
我没有问题。
人们应该生活和爱 如他们所愿。
但有一件事我从来没有 理解是...
...为什么有两个激进分子 比如你的父母
屈服于婚姻？
使我合法化。
跟我碰面...
...明天。
告诉我在哪里。
有一个地方我一个人去。
我不确定 你会做什么。
我的避难所。
然后它会 也是我的圣所。
我可以随时来到这里。
只是为了感受她的拥抱。
我父亲教我读...
通过追踪字母 她的名字。
我不知道它是什么 我在这里等着。
也许你只是在等待 为了有人伸出手......
...回到你的拥抱。
我以为我们永远不会 逃避雨。
我想我宁愿受苦 外面的洪水。
如果上帝无处不在，
那么为什么要男人 竖立庙宇给他？
因为这是你的想象力
那就是乐器 道德好，
不是这四面墙。
让我们看看伟大的造物主 打击我们。
你会害怕 耶和华你的神。
王座，祭坛......
......裁判席位， 和监狱，
他们都是一个组成部分 巨大的，专制的系统......
...旨在粉碎 曼的灵魂。
他们的空立约 对我们没有权力。
我不害怕上帝，
或他在地球上的追随者。
嗯。
有人在这里。
珀西。
所以判决 我们已经过去了。
你好？
有人在吗？
哦，谢利先生， 这是一本真正的书。
你的名字看起来很好 在那黄金字体。
我相信会是的 更流行
比你的论文 关于无神论的优点。
鬼故事和浪漫 小说可能会卖，亲爱的，
但它是书 挑战共同的学说
和迷信 那将会真正的忍耐。
我们依靠勇敢的作品 喜欢这个
推动世界走出 它的苦难和妄想。
干得好，先生。
我希望你喜欢它， 戈德温小姐。
我相信我会的。
独自阅读。
哦，给我吧！
把它给我。 拜托，玛丽。
玛丽。
“阳光笼罩着地球
还有月光 亲吻大海
什么是 所有这些吻都值得......“
“如果你不亲吻我？”
戈德温小姐？
是？
我是雪莱夫人。 哈丽特雪莱。
这就是Ianthe， 我们的女儿。
我怎么帮你， Shelley夫人？
我正在寻找我的丈夫。
他不在这儿。
我父亲今天一个人工作。
我无法进一步帮助你。
戈德温小姐！
远离珀西。
我几周没有见过他 但我听说过谣言。
肯定是雪莱先生的妻子 会不会流言蜚语？
显然你是一个陌生人 丑闻戈德温小姐。
你知道我跑了吗？ 与珀西在一起的时候，我是一个女孩？
理想主义和爱情 给我们勇气。
但他们没有准备好你 为了牺牲
需要爱一个人 像珀西。
你丈夫 是我父亲的学生。
而已。
如果我看到雪莱先生，
我会让他知道的 你正在找他。
再见，雪莉夫人。
克莱尔？
你的妻子很漂亮， 谢利先生。
我不知道你已经结婚了。
是。
是的，我结婚了 现在已经五年了。
好吧。
我们期望 去见雪莱夫人。
也许她想 一天晚上和我们一起吃晚餐？
你的报价是 戈德温夫人最亲切。
然而，雪莱夫人和我 是名副其实的男人和妻子...
...只要。
我继续提供 为哈丽特
和我的女儿Ianthe 在经济上，但就是这样。
这是一种无法忍受的暴政......
......约束丈夫和妻子 同居
衰败之后 他们的感情。
是啊。
我记得说些什么 就像我年轻时那样。
你怎么能做这样的事情？
- 我做了什么？ - 你告诉她的。
我不得不。
你怎么会不说话 Harriet和Ianthe？
我的婚姻是一个错误。
我相信我找到了 在哈里特拥有一种亲切的精神。
但时间只显示 一个空洞无情的玩世不恭
那消耗了我们两个 在仇恨和痛苦的螺旋中。
但是当我遇到你时......
自...以来第一次 我的婚姻，我感到活着。
并且你知道 我结婚了，
礼节会得到 你更好。
礼仪从来没有 一直是我的关注。
我向你保证它可以 很容易说，
但它可能会非常不同 生活它。
这是我挑战你的 现在要做。
你向我挑战什么？
- 做什么- - 嘘！
做你的心 告诉你要做
并和我一起走开。
让我们都找到......
新的空气填满我们的肺。
一个新的太阳温暖我们的脸。
看到一个新的生活 实际上值得生活...
...一起。
这里的空气 房子让人窒息
早在雪莱之前，
但事实 他每天都来这里
使其更难以忍受。
感觉我很窒息。
我只想逃避。
至少你去了苏格兰。
我从未去过任何地方。
下次我们会 一起去某个地方。
我们将在世界各地出发，
就咱俩。
我们会遇到惊人的人
并去美妙的地方。
而没有一个，
或任何这些人， 一点都不重要。
他们不会意味着一件事。
我承诺。
我无法想象任何事情 更精彩。
谢利先生这么快就做完了？
我想你和戈德温先生 会工作
通过下午。
恐怕我不觉得起来 到今天的很多事情，
戈德温夫人。
Shelley先生似乎 受到痛苦
从某种程度上来说 情绪上的痛苦。
也许他感到失望 找到...
...你不培养 肆意妄为的同样的公开壮举
作为你亲爱的已离去的母亲。
我会问你没有 说我母亲不好。
哦，当然。
怎么敢说一个人 反过来的话
关于死者 这样卓越的优点？
至少你没有继承过 她的奇怪的赤字。
那种愚蠢的冲动
这使错误的可怜 解放。
我没有继承任何东西 但在我的灵魂中发生了火灾
我将不再允许你，
或任何其他人来控制它。
你真的参与了吗？ 与那个妓女？
我希望那些传言 证明是错误的。
就在我们找到时 我们得救的途径，
你去发挥我们的命运 进入另一个丑闻。
你相信我在乎吗？ 为了我的声誉？
还是你的？
我只是害怕而已 你毫无意义的话
吓跑我远离我的欲望。
阳光紧扣地球
还有月光 亲吻大海
什么是 所有这些吻都值得
如果你不亲吻我？
玛丽。
你什么意思？ 但你已经结婚了。
我们爱彼此。
我们不需要结婚。
我告诉过你扭曲的理想
会回来困扰我们。
戈德温夫人，请。
我们只活着 由你的信仰。
- 你的原则。 - 你对生活信仰有什么了解？
你没有问题 与我的母亲
想活下去 非婚生子女。
你真的在想吗？
你可以承受 这样的后果？
你的母亲受到了折磨 由她的冲动。
她想到的非常激情 一起抱着她
正在工作 努力把她分开。
不要让他们变得更好 玛丽，你。
你忘记了任何幻想 你已经和我女儿编织在一起了。
你真的在暗示吗？
我只能和你在一起 女儿如果我们结婚了？
你怎么敢？
进入我的房子， 你接受我的招待
并勾引 我16岁的女儿！
是不是你 接受我的钱？
回到你的妻子身边！
永远不要踏脚 再次在这个房子里。
我的爱，我会为你回报。
如果你曾经 再见雪莱先生，
准备失去爱 永远的父亲。
玛丽！
不要回头看，玛丽。
请记住，一旦你走了......
......没有一个，
或任何这些人， 一点都不重要。
但请，玛丽， 带我一起走。
你下次承诺 我们会一起去的。
我希望我没有留住你 等待很久！
我猜你会成为一对。
我不能离开她。
来！
我们去哪？
去圣潘克拉斯。
女士们。
它在这里。
谢谢。
哦!
当然，这是暂时的。
那么，我会在哪里睡觉？
试穿那里。
我将找到我们 一个房子...
...我打算 要完美。
它已经是完美的了。
我有你。
无论我们在哪里在一起 是我属于的地方。
玛丽，你确定吗？
只有你准备好了， 我的爱。
我自由了 写我喜欢的东西。
就像光的洪流一样
涌入黑暗的世界。
在我周围，我看到幸福，
因为我现在知道它是什么 去爱...
它的本质就是自由。
......并被爱。
这是可比的 既不顺从，嫉妒也不害怕。
它在那里，最纯净， 完美无限。
......紧挨着垂死的女孩。
在他们急着和旋转
并通过舞蹈跳舞。
他们跳舞 通过疲倦的旋风。
耐心，耐心， 尽管我的心在破碎。
上帝，没有 问题的决策
你的身体 退出并免费。
天堂永远保持你的灵魂！
我相信你很享受 最后一个红葡萄酒？
问问是不明智的 它今天去了吗？
我的出版商是傻瓜。
不要让他们烦恼你。
他们不值得。
但他们的进步是值得的 一切，玛丽。
我的父亲已经把我关闭了。
他说我很耻辱 他的名字
因为丑闻 围绕着我们。
所以现在你知道了。
这个。是 有什么兴趣？
没有？
对这些不感兴趣。 你还有什么？
好吧，荷马的'Iliad' 在原始的希腊语中。
父亲？
已经过了几周了。
你在卖吗？
是。总会有这种时候 当我们大家
必须放手的 我们珍视的东西。
玛丽，这是你的决定， 你必须忍受它。
他声称热爱人性 但是却放弃了他的孩子。
我只希望这一点 你应该茁壮成长。
但是，看看你。
那么，你想卖吗？
没有。
伊拉斯谟达尔文曾写过......
谁是伊拉斯谟达尔文？
诗人和医生。
他曾经写过这样一个从未有过的人 在他的人生中尝试过一个实验是愚蠢的。
...在我妹妹的猫身上。
哦，雪莱，你没有！
不，我没有。我有 爪印来证明它。
这是怎么回事？
我记得没有报酬的债务。
我知道多少 你爱科学，玛丽。
看这个。
这难以置信。
这是给你的。
雪莱。
你不应该花费 钱在礼服上。
不要傻，玛丽， 这很漂亮。
这不是全部。
明天我们转向我们的 布卢姆斯伯里的新房子。
- 仆人会在那里见到我们。 - 仆人！
因为如果我们怎么写 我们被迫倾向于
到这样的国内世俗
作为购物 和清洁。
你做了一切 看起来可能。
- 这是圣潘克拉斯的一个提升。 - 欢迎回家，玛丽。
停止。
等等我！
来吧。
一天 致力于爱和懒惰
但尽管我的世俗天堂是我 感到内疚所产生的沮丧。
一个不断的耳语，我不是 更接近实现我的梦想。
打扰一下，
你是诗人雪莱吗？
是。对，我是。
- 你会在我的钱袋子上签字吗？ - 当然。
我们的朋友将会 非常嫉妒。
那里。
那么，祝你有美好的一天。
我的爱，我有新闻。
哦，我的玛丽。嘿，宝贝。
什么新消息！
- 你很高兴？ - 当然我很高兴。
为什么？你不是吗？
我从未有过一位母亲。 如果我失败了会怎样？
你认为我们只能学习 举例？
纯粹的本能是什么？之中 固有的好处在于我们所有人？
而那个，我亲爱的， 你有很多。
- 我们的小女孩也一样。 - 你认为这是一个女孩？
她将成为我们的 非常自己的神童。
Ianthe，过来。
好女孩。
来吧，我们得走了。
现在。
采取 我和你在一起，请带我走。
请，玛丽， 带我一起走。
我的房间里有人。
有人？你有看见他吗？
不，他们......
- 没有人，没有。 - 这是你的噩梦之一，克莱尔。
- 我会和她坐在一起的。 - 不，不，我会带她去睡觉。
你需要休息。想想宝宝。 克莱尔，来吧。
她睡觉。最后。
你也应该。
我爱你，玛丽。
允许我这样做。
绝对没有线索。
我不知道你是不是 说实话与否。
我说的是实话。
谁在付钱？ 我正在付钱吗？
没有。
克莱尔，你会毁了我 克莱尔蒙特。你会毁了我。
- 这是为了什么？ - 哦，你在这儿。你猜怎么了。
今晚我们有 晚宴。
过来。我们不配 有点乐趣？
亲爱的，亲爱的朋友托马斯霍格在城里 并刚刚出版他的第一本书。
所以我认为我们会抛出 他庆祝一个派对。
夫人，我们有多少客人 期待今晚？
也许10。
10或12？
12。
出版商的推进了吗？ 进来？
我借用了 我父亲的遗产。
珀西，我们无法做到 承担回报。
来...来这里。来。
我很抱歉，这不是很多 Hogg先生庆祝。
看起来我们甚至更多 比我们意识到的丑陋。
不要麻烦你，玛丽。
Shelley和我有很长的一段距离 追求麻烦的历史。
我们开始写一本小说 一起回到牛津，但是
出版商认为它 太颠覆。
我们的成功更多 我们匿名撰写的论文：
“无神论的必要性”。
- 因为它已经发布？ - 因为它导致我们被驱逐出牛津。
我开始怀疑你有 喜欢匿名。
如果你要发表什么意见 没有你的名字吗？何必？
我假设你也写了？
这不是什么 像我的父母。
不久，玛丽将生产一件作品 这将超过我们所有人。
你呢， 克莱尔蒙特小姐？
你是写还是在那里？ 你执行的其他技巧？
我有我自己的才能。
- 克莱尔是一位有成就的歌手。 - 所以她说。
我还没有听到它。
你会为我们唱歌吗？
我会唱歌，如果你 碰巧听到了
我想， 它不能被帮助。
她有这个精神， 我明白你为什么要保留她。
♪一位芬芳的朝臣曾做过 给我一个吻♪
♪并答应我说得对 我会是他的♪
♪但我不会相信他的 这是真的♪
Courtiers承诺更多 比他们做♪
♪我的东西是我自己的 我会保持它如此♪
♪其他年轻的女士可以做 他们会♪
女士，霍格先生...... 在这里见你。
霍格先生？
谢谢你，伊丽莎。
Shelley会很抱歉想念你。 你愿意等吗？
我非常喜欢这个， 玛丽。
- 你饿了吗？ - 我很好，谢谢你。
你在写？
分类账。但它可能 也是拉丁语。
- 你接受拉丁文教育吗？ - 是的，我的父亲坚持。
你为什么不坐下？
我担心我的拉丁文不是什么 那时我正在牛津。
我可以... 在你身上练习玛丽？
我不确定我会 对你有很大的用处。
我的思想遍布各地 这些天。
也许你应该练习 在我身上。
我不相信你开了 那个仆人，雪莱。
你以为你是谁？
玛丽？
怎么了？ 这是宝宝吗？
克莱尔，你可以 请离开我们？
霍格来到屋里。
接着
- ...他取得了进步，但我没有，我 - - 所以你没有遵守？
当然不是。 我永不-
玛丽。嘿。
我没有和你吵架 和托马斯成为恋人。
这不是什么 我们相信？
非常规方法 生活？
毕竟，为什么我们不应该有这样的 一项安排？我不拥有你。
你可以随心所欲 无论你喜欢谁。
哦，但我不想成为 与其他人一起。
你不相信爱情吗？ 免费？
- 是的。免费与一个人在一起... - 那是不好的逻辑，玛丽。
你的选择意味着 对我来说没什么。
令我失望的是这个 你甚至不会考虑它。
让我质疑多少 你重视你的信仰
当你不会 试图生活他们。
我全心全意地相信 是各种生活方式。
我会为任何人而战 相应生活的权利。
但我的真相在那里 对我来说不是别人。
你想和你在一起吗？ 其他人？
我只是建议你不要提供 我为你提供同样的自由。
你是个伪君子。 像你父亲一样。
而你并没有接近 我以为你是我的人。
渴望我的'快乐 之后'，我降低了我的防守
忘记第一课 我被教导：
我被带入了这个 世界被遗弃。
我是不可改变的孤独。
玛丽。
玛丽，你不冷吗？
我的虚伪使我保持温暖。
我的斗篷也一样 的失望。
我要告诉霍格不要 再打来电话。
我已经告诉他了 用我的拳头。
你必须明白， 玛丽，那个......
...我一直 以这种方式生活......是一种错误。
我认为这是 我们都相信的东西。
我们分享的理想。
但是，如果我真的考虑过了，我就放过了 我完全明白我在做什么
我绝不会让任何东西...... 一切都在我们之间。
我有个惊喜给你。
我们要出去了。
那么，什么是 你在等吗？
千变万化。主演
克莱尔克莱尔蒙特， 敬上。
这是拜伦勋爵。
让我们去和他谈谈。
拜伦勋爵！
我的主...
我可否介绍给你 诗人
Percy Bysshe Shelley和a 非常崇拜你的工作。
我认识雪莱先生。
我喜欢“Mab女王”。
- 信用你。 - 谢谢。
现在我们的最后一幕， 布莱克森先生的电镀。
谁曾经想过谁 如果死者可以重返生活？
感谢科学发现，人类 正处于征服死亡的风口浪尖。
使用这只青蛙 和电流
我将演示如何肌肉刺激 可以通过电子手段进行。
女士们，先生们，我可以介绍一下吗？ 你到电镀过程。
这真的有可能吗？那个 死亡可能会恢复生机？
有一切可能性。
这给你带来了 起死回生。
哦，克拉拉，你是 这么漂亮......而且很小。
你见过吗？ 这样的小手？
她很漂亮。
几乎和你一样美丽， 我的爱。
玛丽，我能帮你什么吗？
我有我需要的一切。
我们将会是什么三重奏。
是的，她同意。
你同意？ 我们将是一个三重奏。
你会成为我们的特别 神童。是啊。
我几乎不相信 一个小生命可以负责
为了这样的喜悦。
这是真正需要的吗？ 是我们生活得好，幸福，
让别人如此？
♪在山上和远...♪
她正在睡觉。
我们必须马上离开。
你什么意思？
发生了什么？
债权人即将到来。
- 珀西。克拉拉不太好。 玛丽，我们没时间讨论这个。
外面正在下雨。
我们不能带走她。医生 说她必须保暖。
我们别无选择。
克莱尔，你准备好了吗？
珀西。
伊丽莎， 不要告诉他们任何事情。
克莱尔。
玛丽。来。
请。
我们必须回来 到圣潘克拉斯。
他们不会在那里找到我们。
玛丽！
玛丽，拜托。
她现在需要避难所。
玛丽...
看到你，我心碎了 喜欢这个。
医生告诉你，克拉拉 从来没有为这个世界。
你的书呢？
我的意思是肯定有一些东西 你想读？
图书？
这些书活了下来 债权人，不是吗？
我也想念她，玛丽。
拼命。
拼命。但我不知道 也想失去你。
请别打扰我。
玫瑰 叶子，当玫瑰死了
被堆积 为心爱的床铺
所以你的想法 当你走了
爱情本身就会沉睡
♪汤米 是吹笛者的儿子♪
♪他学会了玩 当他年轻时♪
♪唯一的调子 他可以玩♪
你会来的 我的梦想，我的爱。
我不会问一个 更多的幸福。
我昨晚梦见了她。
我们在壁炉和火炉里点燃了火 火的温暖使她恢复活力。
我的爱，我没有 看到你在几周内对我微笑。
哦，克莱尔。
- 他邀请你去日内瓦？ - 不，玛丽。拜伦勋爵邀请我们。
- 我们？ - 你，我和雪莱。我们所有人。
你认为你是唯一的吗？ 谁能吸引诗人？
不，克莱尔。其实我是 非常了解你的能力。
但是......我们必须走了。
我怀孕了。
谁是父亲？
玛丽。玛丽，这是拜伦的， 当然。
我一直在秘密见他 相当长一段时间了。
你不明白吗？
日内瓦会给我一个谈话的机会 对他来说，远离伦敦的人群。
我的意思是你，所有的人，都应该 知道这个城市喜欢丑闻。
雪莉，我们受到邀请 拜伦勋爵到日内瓦。
拜伦勋爵？哦，我的话！
这是 一个不容错过的机会。
这可以帮助我们很大。 嗯...
我还没有准备好。
玛丽。
珀西，我不认为我是 为此准备好了。请。
- 还没。 - 哦，玛丽，我也想念她。
哦， 我希望我能救她。
我不是要你放手 她的，玛丽。
我只是要求你提高 在你的悲伤之上。
为了提高她的精神 她应得的高度。
谢谢。
听到你的消息我很惊讶 呆在这里？
大多数游客都会感慨 这个地方。
我们习惯于窥探 我们自己。我相信我们会管理。
雪莱先生！
这是一件令人愉快的事情 你再次相识。
我昨天收到克莱尔蒙特小姐的信 提醒我即将到来的到来。
我的主，这是一种荣耀。我可以 介绍小姐玛丽Wollstonecraft戈德温？
戈德温小姐。
原谅我，但有一个微笑 隐藏在你内部，我可以看到它。
它是 美丽而残酷。
我希望不久之后 可以哄你在你身边。
她在那里。
我的主。
克莱尔。
克莱尔，我必须记得下一次 那提到你的旅行计划
无异于 邀请。
我的主，我道歉。我怕 出现了一些混乱。
如果我们的访问是强制性的， 我们会寻求在别处住宿。
请不要关心你自己。 你必须留在这里当我的客人。
事情一直在变 在这里和我身边流血的无聊
将不胜感激 为分心。
事实上有公爵 Dulldom本人，Polidori博士。
跟我来。
Polidori博士，戈德温小姐。
她不笑。
被Godmed小姐迷住了。
不要尴尬的仆人。
你是科学博士吗？ Polidori医生？
- 我很抱歉，但我是一名医生。 - 科学吸引了玛丽。
为什么做一个医生令人失望。 你拯救生命。
你带宝宝 进入世界。
你帮他们的诗人 睡眠障碍。
Polidori博士写道 他关于这个问题的论文。
而且，方便起见，我已经变得相当 在他面前的梦游者。
那么，我希望我们能活下去 为你提供一点，我的主。
我相信你会尝试， 克莱尔蒙特小姐。
你想加入我吗？ 客厅，Shelley先生？
当然。
也许你会更多 舒适的交谈
克莱尔和Polidori博士， 我的爱。
拜伦...
我必须说， 装饰很有趣。
拜伦喜欢唱片 他的'伟大的想法'
在纸和大头钉上 他们在墙上。
你应该看到那个 在客厅里。
当我们拥有纸张时，我们会乱七八糟的 公司，还是当他受到刺激时。
这是诗歌，我的兄弟。
由死亡'死亡' 真正无与伦比的你。
第三节！ 召唤缪斯。
世界是护士 我们所知道的
这个世界的母亲 我们所感受到的
而死亡的来临 是一个可怕的打击
对大脑不加理解 带着钢铁般的神经
当我们所知道的
或感觉 或看到
像通过一样 虚幻的神秘！
我发现这篇文章和 回想起你对科学的兴趣。
这可能吗？ 复活？
这是索赔。应用原则 流血对人类的尸体。
在这片土地上的每个女士 知道这一点。
她走在美丽中 像夜晚一样......
无云 Climes和满天星斗的天空
而这一切都很明亮 黑暗与光明
- 什么？！ - 明亮！明亮，明亮，明亮！
所有这一切都是最好的 黑暗和明亮
在这方面见面 她的眼睛
这是醇厚的
你那嫩嫩的光 天堂对艳俗的日子否认
我很抱歉 听说你的宝宝。
她的名字是克拉拉。
我不是故意让你失望。
不，不，根本没有。
我感谢你的发言 她的。
这是一种无法形容的残酷 让一个女人失去一个孩子。
我看过的次数多于 我在乎记住。
我敬畏你， 戈德温小姐
和你的力量 为了生存它。
喝！
喝。喝。
为什么不？ 为什么我不确定？
它被称为“恶梦 - Incubus的诅咒'。
天使从恩典中坠落 因为贪得无厌。
你知道画家， 你不是吗？
亨利Fuseli。
他是我的母亲 初恋。
她试图自杀 用过量的laudanum
当他离开她的时候 另一个女人。
我从来没有调和过 有人和我母亲一样强壮
当它很脆弱时 来爱。
爱将通过路径找到路 狼会害怕猎物。
但如果她不是不透水的话 心碎的痛苦
那里有什么希望 我们其余的人？
伟大的艺术 生活是感觉。
为了感受你的存在， 即使在痛苦中。
我的意思是你 不为爱而死？
毕竟，如果它是生命的话 没有爱？
没有， 根据你的诗人。
你是...
我一直相信 那个女人
应该足够聪明 明白我在说什么，但
不够聪明能够 形成她自己的想法或意见。
你，戈德温小姐，有 有机会证明我错了。
播放我们的曲调，雪莱。
哦，这个地狱般的复制。 我很无聊。
我不能抄录另一个 这些诗的词。
像这样一直在下雨 数周。
我们都会疯了。
任何人都不能想到办法 打发时间？
- 玛丽，拜托。 - 不，她是对的。
听。
有女巫 在风中。
我有个主意。
我们每个人都是， 写一个故事。
鬼故事。
这是一场比赛， 当然。
谁写的 最好的故事将获胜。
克莱尔蒙特小姐...你...
...你的工作是 转录它们。
你怎么敢？
你有什么权利要对待 我喜欢这个吗？你的恋人。
克莱尔...
...你不是我的爱人。
你是一个狂喜。
判断失误。
一个愚蠢的小女孩。
对不起， 我造成了一幕？
主席先生，我有一个紧急信息 从伦敦抵达。
克莱尔！
先生，一切都好吗？
克莱尔。
为什么， 为什么他们必须如此邪恶？
不要让这样的 残忍的伤害你。
你比你强 意识到你不需要
他们的任何事情。
你不需要任何东西 从他们。
谢谢，玛丽。
没有！
- 我需要跟你说话。 - 不！
我不再看到 世界及其作品与以前一样
向我显现。
但现在，苦难已经来到......
而男人在我看来是怪物 渴望对方的血液。
而我，一个悲惨的景象 失败的人类......
可怜的给别人和 我无法忍受。
克莱尔复活了吗？
她发了言。她是 今天早上感觉不适。
Shelley在哪里？
我曾假设 他和你在一起。
我想我们找到了他。
谢利先生。
你看起来像你可以做的 有一些早餐。
我呢？
小酒馆怎么样？
恶心。
我，呃， 我开始了我的故事。
我称之为'吸血鬼'。
很好。那么我们有我们的 第一个故事。
吸血鬼。
我想到了挑战 是一个鬼故事？
不是一个幼稚的迷信。
你不相信 吸血鬼，谢利先生？
没有比我相信 在医生。
珀西，这足够了。
我以为你会的 亲密地知道
关于夜行的存在 利用弱势群体的众生。
- 你刚刚拍了他？ - 女士，你有我的同情心。
Polidori没有任何故事。 多么令人失望。
无论我们做什么 现在娱乐自己？
那么我要去骑马了。
我需要厚厚的东西 在我的腿之间。
你这人怎么回事？
你以为我是个白痴。
哦，你没有兴趣 在霍格。没关系。
但是好医生，
哦，是的，他对你更重要 喜欢，不是吗？
你整夜在哪里？
我没有理由 我自己给你或任何人！
- 你不知道我承担的责任。 - 什么责任？
玛丽，她淹死了自己。
把自己扔在肮脏的地方 在巴特西水。
谁？
哈丽特。
我的太太。
现在是时候了 离开这个地方。
克莱尔？
他不需要我。
他说...
他说他会提供 对于宝宝，但这就是全部。
这是一个错误。 玛丽。
一个失误。
我想说再见
谢谢你 为了您的款待。
我知道你 必须想到我
但我从来没有考虑过 我自己是为了父亲。
我对此毫无幻想 你的情况。
克莱尔，不幸的是...
我从来没有爱过她。
我也没有假装 去爱她。
我也不相信 她爱我。
但是男人是男人， 一个女孩是一个女孩。
当一个年轻女孩来到腾空时 在任何时候都对一位老人说......
......只有一条路。
总有另一种方式。
当我们做出这样的选择时， 不可避免的后果。
总是看到。
安全的旅行，玛丽。
我期待阅读 你的工作有一天。
摆脱困境 他人的想法和话语，玛丽。
找到你自己的声音。
那是个 沉闷的十一月的夜晚和...
那是一个沉闷的夜晚 十一月
我看到了 完成我的辛劳。
请记住 我是你的生物。
我应该成为你的亚当，但我 我宁愿堕落的天使
你从喜乐中得到快感 没有任何错误。
我到处看到幸福......
...从中...
...从中，我从中 独自一人被不可撤销地排除在外。
我很仁慈，很好 苦难使我成为恶魔
让我开心。
我会再次 善良。
“但很快”，他哭了
“我会死的
而我现在觉得不是 感觉更长。
不久...
这些燃烧的苦难会 将灭绝。
我将登上我的葬礼 凯尔得意地说
并在痛苦中欢欣鼓舞 折磨火焰。
我的灵魂会安然入眠 或者如果它认为
它不会肯定 这样想。
告别“。
结束。
玛丽。玛丽。
它是宏伟的。
它甚至超过了我 相信你有能力。
它有很多潜力。
我只有一个问题。
医生，他得到了一切 这些身体部位
并按顺序将它们缝合在一起 做出最完美的生物
但是当他把它带入生活时，基本上是这样 他创造的是一种怪物。
是。
好吧，它不是什么 更多 - 更有希望的东西？
想象一下，如果他能创造出这样的形象 完美的存在。嗯，天使。
天使？！
是的，并在这样做，他可以 显示曼可以是什么。
他创造了我们自己的一个版本 那照耀着善良
并因此交付 给人类的信息。
这是一个给人类的信息。
好吧，我的意思是一个消息 希望和完美。
你会怎么样？我们会怎样 知道希望和完美？
看看你周围。
看看我们所做的一切。
看着我。
这是有道理的。
- 我会把它带到我的出版商并说服...... - 不，我会一个人去。
戈德温小姐，你几岁？
我18岁。
这真的很年轻。
如果我年纪大到可以生孩子， 我已经足够大了，可以把笔写在纸上。
一个好奇的题材 小姐，你不说吗？
当那位年轻的女士 恰好是妻子，呃...
Shelley先生的同伴......
你是在暗示这项工作吗？ 属于Shelley先生？
那么，也许还有一些其他的着作 你可以把它比作？
这是我的故事。
你问过雪莱先生吗？ 他首先向你介绍他的作品？
或者你保存这种侮辱 为年轻女性？
你敢问一个女人的 遇到损失，死亡的能力......
......背叛。
所有这些都出现在这个故事中。 在我的故事中。
如果你愿意，你会意识到这一点 用时间来判断工作
而不是判断我。
你完成了吗？
是。
它让我感到筋骨。
享受幽灵是件好事 故事时不时。
我们都知道这是 没有鬼故事。
我从来没有读过这样完美的封装 感觉被抛弃的感觉。
我和你一起吃了 怪物的愤怒。
我为他的报复而感到l。不安。
因为这是我自己的。
我在想...
......有多少人会同情 与你的生物的折磨？
我预料不止。
现在是我回家的时候了。
你必须得到你的故事 出版，玛丽。
尊敬的女士，谢谢 你寄给我们你的稿子，
'科学怪人或者 现代普罗米修斯“。
不幸的是，这不是 我们感兴趣的一块。
通知你我们不应该 发表你的手稿。
我们的口味 判决一样反抗
这个题目不符合口味 我们的读者来自一位女作家。
事实上，它几乎没有打击我们 适合一位年轻女士的主题
我们不否认这项工作是有价值的 但我们谨慎处理。
事实是，你没有任何地方 别的去跟你的故事。
拉金顿集团将发布它。 500份将被打印。
它将以匿名方式发布， 只要你写了介绍。
嗯，当然。 我很高兴。
所以每个人都会想 你写的。
只要它已发布， 有什么关系？
你怎么可能 仍然不明白？！
你希望我放弃我的主张，因为 我的性别可能会破坏它的成功。
- 我从没有说过。 - 你不必。
你不曾想过 你行动的后果！
你承受的同样多 作为我们的人生责任。
我，我不是，一些盛大 我们痛苦的建筑师，玛丽。
你承担责任。
我承担责任 永远相信你！
...谢谢。
约翰！
- 你看... - 就像我看过更好的日子？
戈德温先生也这么说。
你看到我的父亲？
是。 他的商店在放工作。
你完成了。
不完全的。
拜伦勋爵！
我几乎忘记了 直到它
拜伦的出版商以某种方式获得了 持有并印刷为他的。
我试图维护我的权利 作为真正的作者
但作为回应，我只有 被称为剽窃者。
我会写信给拜伦并呼吁 向他说实话。
他已经尝试过了。 他鄙视这个故事。
公众没有 对真相感兴趣。
那你呢 神秘的杰作？
没有你的 名字显着。
这很讽刺，不是吗？
我写了一篇讽刺拜伦的故事， 灵魂的吸血吞噬者
他获得了所有的荣誉。
当你拼命写作时 孤独和被遗弃的生物。
被不负责任的人抛弃 自恋者和她 -
雪莱获得了所有的荣誉。
尽管如此，恭喜。
雪莉一定很高兴。
我没见过 Shelley在几个月内。
这是给你的。
我们创造了怪物， 玛丽。
但我们不要让他们 吞噬我们。
先生们，欢迎。谢谢 你来了。
我们在这里庆祝成功 “弗兰肯斯坦;或现代普罗米修斯“。
这是一个了不起的故事 断言，因为它确实......
绝对的人类需要 连接。
从弗兰肯斯坦医生那一刻开始 生物睁开眼睛
它寻求触摸它的创造者。 但他恐惧地退缩
让生物第一次 许多忽视的经历
和隔离。
如果只有科学怪人的话 能够赋予他的创作
富有同情心的触摸。 一个善良的词。
多么悲剧可能 被避免。
但这是作者的功劳 这就是这些想法
继续贯穿 我们的思想很久以后
翻开了最后一页 这本书
我知道你们都同意 其中一个最完整和
肯定是其中之一 我们这个时代的原创刊物。
如...
谢谢。
我知道你们很多人都想知道谁可以 写了这个可怕的故事
为什么呢 匿名发表。
我看到你们中的一些人建议 这项工作属于我。
事实上，你可以说这项工作会 没有我的贡献就不存在。
但令我感到羞耻
唯一的远程索赔 必须做这项工作
激发绝望的孤独 定义弗兰肯斯坦的生物。
'科学怪人'的作者;或者A 现代普罗米修斯“当然是
玛丽Wollstonecraft戈德温。
这是一个奇异的天才和她的作品 在创作中感谢任何人。
珀西。
玛丽。
我真的以为你已经离开了 为好。
我从来没有答应过你的生活 没有痛苦
但我低估了 绝望的深度
和我们的遗憾的重量 忍受。
我失去了一切 你，珀西。
始终着手创建 好东西
美丽的东西。
但是一些不稳定 在我们内部感受到了。
看哪...
怪物被镀锌了
但如果我没有学会 通过痛苦战斗
我不会找到这个 再次发声。
我的选择使我成为了我。
我什么也没有后悔。
你之前是 很快就被波浪带走了
并在黑暗中迷失 和距离。