Victor Frankenstein, a man obsessed with scientific oddities since his youth, finds a way to reanimate the dead. Hoping to create "a new species [that] would bless me as their creator", (33) thus leading to, what he hopes to be, "the creation of a human being"; (33) however, his attempt simply produces a living being. A being that Victor begins to despise and fear, despite Victor's initial claims that "the darkness had no effect on [his] imagination" (31). Later in the novel he describes his experiment as a catastrophe when he "saw the dull yellow eyes of the creature open" (Shelley 35). The creature's attempt to join society meets with violent rejection; leading him in an attempt to humanize himself through knowledge and language. As the creature grows, intellectually speaking, he realizes that humans will never allow him to be part of society nor will Victor ever accept the being he created. Leading to the deterioration of the cultured image the creature has painstakingly created for itself. Due to society's reactions, the creature goes through a paradigm shift when faced with the realization that due to its outward appearance, it will never be recognized by society as human, and will therefore be denied human rights. The growth of the creature, which ultimately leads to deterioration, could be represented in four steps; The victor's vision of his creation, the villagers' reaction to the creature, the creature at the cottage, and the creature's eventual deterioration due to the murder. The initial exclusion that the creature opposes is presented in the opening scene; at first Victor is in awe of his creation, even calling it beautiful. However, upon further and more thorough examination... half of the paper... struck me, until, badly wounded by stones and many other types of thrown weapons, I ran away into open country. 73However, this is not the first encounter the creature has with humans. Before this, while still in the forest, he came across a small hut… [of which] I examined the structure with great curiosity. Finding the door open, I entered. An old man sat there, near the fire, over which he was preparing breakfast. He turned around hearing a noise; and seeing me, he cried out aloud, and, leaving the hut, ran across the fields with a speed of which his debilitated form hardly seemed capable. 72This incident was one of what the creature thought was an isolated incident and a reaction that "surprised me a little" (72). Works Cited Shelley, Mary W. Frankenstein. Ed. J. Paul Hunter. New York: W. W. Norton, 2012. Print.