As much as I would love for The Secret History to be adapted as an Oscar-bait, art house drama, I think the scene where Richard gets the two-hundred dollars for a new wardrobe could only truly be expressed as the most clichéd, teen movie-esque shopping montage possible.
All the cute nicknames Victor Frankenstein called his son throughout the book:
catastrophe
miserable monster
demoniacal corpse to which I have so miserably given life
an ugly mummy
a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived,
the filthy daemon to whom I have given life
no human
the wretch whom I had created
sight tremendous and abhorred
unearthly ugly being
too horrible for human eyes
miserable head
vile insect
abhorred monster
wretched devil
you, whose joint wickedness might desolate the world
too horrible for human eyes to behold
the filthy mass that moved and talked
wretch whom I dreaded
villain
monster of my creation
fiend
figure most hideous and abhorred
+ bonus - all the cute ways captain Robert Walton described Victor’s son on 1 page:
a form which I cannot find words to describe
never did I behold a vision so horrible as his face, of such loathsome, yet appalling hideousness
tremendous being
scary and unearthly in his ugliness
Tag yourself I’m “the filthy mass that moved and talked”
I think there are people that help you become the person that you end up being, and you can be grateful for them even if they were never meant to be in your life forever. I’m glad I knew you, too.