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You are required to write an opinion paper of at least 1500 words in length on the psychological perspective that you agree with the most, and why you agree with it. We will discuss many perspectives in this class. These perspectives come with their own set of assumptions about human nature. Your paper should address these assumptions, compare these assumptions to the assumptions of competing perspectives, and discuss which ones you agree with as your personal hypothesis about the nature of humans. Your perspective of choice must then be applied to the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Interpret the themes and characters of the novel using your perspective. Additional details are posted in a handout on Canvas. Late perspective papers will not be accepted.—————————–All the work must be originalTurnitin report is required
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Frankenstein
By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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Letter 1
To Mrs. Saville, England
St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17—
You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied
the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and
my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and
increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.
I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the
streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play
upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me
with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze,
which has travelled from the regions towards which I am
advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more
fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the
pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight.
There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just
skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour.
There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust
in preceding navigators— there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to
a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region
hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions

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and features may be without example, as the phenomena of
the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered
solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which
attracts the needle and may regulate a thousand celestial
observations that require only this voyage to render their
seeming eccentricities consistent forever. I shall satiate my
ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never
before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted
by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are
sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death and to induce me to commence this labourious voyage with the joy
a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river.
But supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot
contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all
mankind, to the last generation, by discovering a passage
near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present
so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret
of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected
by an undertaking such as mine.
These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which
I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven, for nothing contributes
so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose—a
point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This
expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years.
I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the
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North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the
pole. You may remember that a history of all the voyages
made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our
good Uncle Thomas’ library. My education was neglected,
yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were
my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning
that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to
allow me to embark in a seafaring life.
These visions faded when I perused, for the first time,
those poets whose effusions entranced my soul and lifted
it to heaven. I also became a poet and for one year lived in
a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might
obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and
Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with
my failure and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But
just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and
my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier
bent.
Six years have passed since I resolved on my present
undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from
which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied
the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I
voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep;
I often worked harder than the common sailors during the
day and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the
theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science
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practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to
admiration. I must own I felt a little proud when my captain
offered me the second dignity in the vessel and entreated
me to remain with the greatest earnestness, so valuable did
he consider my services.
And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish
some great purpose? My life might have been passed in
ease and luxury, but I preferred glory to every enticement
that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging
voice would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my
resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits
are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and
difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all
my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of
others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are
failing.
This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia.
They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is
pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that
of an English stagecoach. The cold is not excessive, if you
are wrapped in furs— a dress which I have already adopted,
for there is a great difference between walking the deck and
remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise
prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. I
have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between
St. Petersburgh and Archangel.
I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three
weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can
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easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and
to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those
who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend
to sail until the month of June; and when shall I return?
Ah, dear sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before
you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or
never.
Farewell, my dear, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower
down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and
again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.
Your affectionate brother,
R. Walton

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Letter 2
To Mrs. Saville, England
Archangel, 28th March, 17—
How slowly the time passes here, encompassed as I am
by frost and snow! Yet a second step is taken towards my enterprise. I have hired a vessel and am occupied in collecting
my sailors; those whom I have already engaged appear to be
men on whom I can depend and are certainly possessed of
dauntless courage.
But I have one want which I have never yet been able to
satisfy, and the absence of the object of which I now feel as
a most severe evil. I have no friend, Margaret: when I am
glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none
to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment,
no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall
commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor
medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes
would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear
sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no one
near me, gentle yet courageous, possessed of a cultivated as
well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to
approve or amend my plans. How would such a friend repair
the faults of your poor brother! I am too ardent in execution
and too impatient of difficulties. But it is a still greater evil
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to me that I am self-educated: for the first fourteen years
of my life I ran wild on a common and read nothing but
our Uncle Thomas’ books of voyages. At that age I became
acquainted with the celebrated poets of our own country;
but it was only when it had ceased to be in my power to
derive its most important benefits from such a conviction
that I perceived the necessity of becoming acquainted with
more languages than that of my native country. Now I am
twenty-eight and am in reality more illiterate than many
schoolboys of fifteen. It is true that I have thought more and
that my daydreams are more extended and magnificent, but
they want (as the painters call it) *keeping*; and I greatly
need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise
me as romantic, and affection enough for me to endeavour
to regulate my mind.
Well, these are useless complaints; I shall certainly find
no friend on the wide ocean, nor even here in Archangel,
among merchants and seamen. Yet some feelings, unallied
to the dross of human nature, beat even in these rugged
bosoms. My lieutenant, for instance, is a man of wonderful courage and enterprise; he is madly desirous of glory,
or rather, to word my phrase more characteristically, of advancement in his profession. He is an Englishman, and in
the midst of national and professional prejudices, unsoftened by cultivation, retains some of the noblest endowments
of humanity. I first became acquainted with him on board a
whale vessel; finding that he was unemployed in this city, I
easily engaged him to assist in my enterprise.
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remarkable in the ship for his gentleness and the mildness of
his discipline. This circumstance, added to his well-known
integrity and dauntless courage, made me very desirous to
engage him. A youth passed in solitude, my best years spent
under your gentle and feminine fosterage, has so refined
the groundwork of my character that I cannot overcome an
intense distaste to the usual brutality exercised on board
ship: I have never believed it to be necessary, and when I
heard of a mariner equally noted for his kindliness of heart
and the respect and obedience paid to him by his crew, I felt
myself peculiarly fortunate in being able to secure his services. I heard of him first in rather a romantic manner, from
a lady who owes to him the happiness of her life. This, briefly, is his story. Some years ago he loved a young Russian
lady of moderate fortune, and having amassed a considerable sum in prize-money, the father of the girl consented
to the match. He saw his mistress once before the destined
ceremony; but she was bathed in tears, and throwing herself at his feet, entreated him to spare her, confessing at the
same time that she loved another, but that he was poor, and
that her father would never consent to the union. My generous friend reassured the suppliant, and on being informed
of the name of her lover, instantly abandoned his pursuit.
He had already bought a farm with his money, on which
he had designed to pass the remainder of his life; but he bestowed the whole on his rival, together with the remains of
his prize-money to purchase stock, and then himself solicited the young woman’s father to consent to her marriage
with her lover. But the old man decidedly refused, thinking
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himself bound in honour to my friend, who, when he found
the father inexorable, quitted his country, nor returned until he heard that his former mistress was married according
to her inclinations. ‘What a noble fellow!’ you will exclaim.
He is so; but then he is wholly uneducated: he is as silent
as a Turk, and a kind of ignorant carelessness attends him,
which, while it renders his conduct the more astonishing,
detracts from the interest and sympathy which otherwise
he would command.
Yet do not suppose, because I complain a little or because
I can conceive a consolation for my toils which I may never know, that I am wavering in my resolutions. Those are
as fixed as fate, and my voyage is only now delayed until
the weather shall permit my embarkation. The winter has
been dreadfully severe, but the spring promises well, and it
is considered as a remarkably early season, so that perhaps
I may sail sooner than I expected. I shall do nothing rashly:
you know me sufficiently to confide in my prudence and
considerateness whenever the safety of others is committed to my care.
I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my undertaking. It is impossible to communicate
to you a conception of the trembling sensation, half pleasurable and half fearful, with which I am preparing to
depart. I am going to unexplored regions, to ‘the land of
mist and snow,’ but I shall kill no albatross; therefore do
not be alarmed for my safety or if I should come back to
you as worn and woeful as the ‘Ancient Mariner.’ You will
smile at my allusion, but I will disclose a secret. I have of10
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ten attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm
for, the dangerous mysteries of ocean to that production of
the most imaginative of modern poets. There is something
at work in my soul which I do not understand. I am practically industrious—painstaking, a workman to execute with
perseverance and labour—but besides this there is a love for
the marvellous, a belief in the marvellous, intertwined in
all my projects, which hurries me out of the common pathways of men, even to the wild sea and unvisited regions I am
about to explore.
But to return to dearer considerations. Shall I meet you
again, after having traversed immense seas, and returned
by the most southern cape of Africa or America? I dare not
expect such success, yet I cannot bear to look on the reverse
of the picture. Continue for the present to write to me by
every opportunity: I may receive your letters on some occasions when I need them most to support my spirits. I love
you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you
never hear from me again.
Your affectionate brother,
Robert Walton
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Letter 3
To Mrs. Saville, England
July 7th, 17—
My dear Sister,
I write a few lines in haste to say that I am safe— and well
advanced on my voyage. This letter will reach England by a
merchantman now on its homeward voyage from Archangel; more fortunate than I, who may not see my native land,
perhaps, for many years. I am, however, in good spirits: my
men are bold and apparently firm of purpose, nor do the
floating sheets of ice that continually pass us, indicating the
dangers of the region towards which we are advancing, appear to dismay them. We have already reached a very high
latitude; but it is the height of summer, and although not
so warm as in England, the southern gales, which blow us
speedily towards those shores which I so ardently desire to
attain, breathe a degree of renovating warmth which I had
not expected.
No incidents have hitherto befallen us that would make
a figure in a letter. One or two stiff gales and the springing
of a leak are accidents which experienced navigators scarcely remember to record, and I shall be well content if nothing
worse happen to us during our voyage.
Adieu, my dear Margaret. Be assured that for my own
sake, as well as yours, I will not rashly encounter danger. I
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will be cool, persevering, and prudent.
But success *shall* crown my endeavours. Wherefore
not? Thus far I have gone, tracing a secure way over the
pathless seas, the very stars themselves being witnesses and
testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the
untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?
My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out thus. But
I must finish. Heaven bless my beloved sister!
R.W.
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Letter 4
To Mrs. Saville, England
August 5th, 17—
So strange an accident has happened to us that I cannot
forbear recording it, although it is very probable that you
will see me before these papers can come into your possession.
Last Monday (July 31st) we were nearly surrounded by
ice, which closed in the ship on all sides, scarcely leaving her
the sea-room in which she floated. Our situation was somewhat dangerous, especially as we were compassed round by
a very thick fog. We accordingly lay to, hoping that some
change would take place in the atmosphere and weather.
About two o’clock the mist cleared away, and we beheld,
stretched out in every direction, vast and irregular plains
of ice, which seemed to have no end. Some of my comrades
groaned, and my own mind began to grow watchful with
anxious thoughts, when a strange sight suddenly attracted
our attention and diverted our solicitude from our own situation. We perceived a low carriage, fixed on a sledge and
drawn by dogs, pass on towards the north, at the distance
of half a mile; a being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature, sat in the sledge and guided the
dogs. We watched the rapid progress of the traveller with
our telescopes until he was lost among the distant inequali14
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ties of the ice.
This appearance excited our unqualified wonder. We
were, as we believed, many hundred miles from any land;
but this apparition seemed to denote that it was not, in reality, so distant as we had supposed. Shut in, however, by ice,
it was impossible to follow his track, which we had observed
with the greatest attention.
About two hours after this occurrence we heard the
ground sea, and before night the ice broke and freed our
ship. We, however, lay to until the morning, fearing to encounter in the dark those large loose masses which float
about after the breaking up of the ice. I profited of this time
to rest for a few hours.
In the morning, however, as soon as it was light, I went
upon deck and found all the sailors busy on one side of the
vessel, apparently talking to someone in the sea. It was, in
fact, a sledge, like that we had seen before, which had drifted
towards us in the night on a large fragment of ice. Only one
dog remained alive; but there was a human being within it
whom the sailors were persuading to enter the vessel. He
was not, as the other traveller seemed to be, a savage inhabitant of some undiscovered island, but a European. When I
appeared on deck the master said, ‘Here is our captain, and
he will not allow you to perish on the open sea.’
On perceiving me, the stranger addressed me in English,
although with a foreign accent. ‘Before I come on board
your vessel,’ said he, ‘will you have the kindness to inform
me whither you are bound?’
You may conceive my astonishment on hearing such a
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question addressed to me from a man on the brink of destruction and to whom I should have supposed that my
vessel would have been a resource which he would not have
exchanged for the most precious wealth the earth can afford.
I replied, however, that we were on a voyage of discovery towards the northern pole.
Upon hearing this he appeared satisfied and consented
to come on board. Good God! Margaret, if you had seen
the man who thus capitulated for his safety, your surprise
would have been boundless. His limbs were nearly frozen,
and his body dreadfully emaciated by fatigue and suffering.
I never saw a man in so wretched a condition. We attempted
to carry him into the cabin, …
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