In the beginning of the story Victor Frankenstein sets out on a quest to find the elixir of life, this search blossoms out of the death of his mother. In the book he states “Under the guidance of my new preceptors I entered with the greatest diligence into the search of the philosopher's stone and the elixir of life;”(Shelley, chapter 2). He try's to eliminate death from the world and in the beginning, plans to devote his life to that mission. This negative out look on death seems to change when later in the story he becomes the reason for the deaths of certain people. After the creation of the monster, Frankestein wants nothing more than to rid himself of the monster. Frankenstein was the cause of Justine Mortiz death. He watched as she was blamed for the death of William, while knowing that the real cause of the death was the creature he created. He speaks of death as a "irreparable evil" (chapter 3) but brings this evil upon others.
Frankenstein shares the important role parents, creators of life, play in the life and outcome of a child.
He states "The innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards me." (Chapter 1). The qoute is Frankensteins awkowledgement of the importance of the parent role and also how their involvement can determine the overall outcome of there child. He exemplifies the huge impact his parents involvement has had on him. Frankenstein, who is the creator of the creature, should assume the parent role and meet the requirements or as he states "duties" of a parent. However, Frankenstein does not meet to those requirements, instead he abandons the monster.
His once way of describing new life as an "innocent and helpless creature" has turned into “a race of devils” (chapter 20). "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. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dunwhite sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled…