Mary Shelley on Abhorrence
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“Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.”
“There he lies, white and cold in death. You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.”
“I am content to suffer alone while my sufferings shall endure; when I die, I am well satisfied that abhorrence and opprobrium should load my memory.”