Now, don't get me wrong, "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe; if I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" is a raw line, but I wonder if the folks who quote it misattributed to Mary Shelley would feel any differently about it if they knew it's really from a film adaptation of Frankenstein in which the role of the Creature is played – and the above-cited line delivered – by fucking Robert De Niro.

















