Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (1831), p. 27

My affection for my guest increases every day. He excites at once my admiration and my pity to an astonishing degree. How can I see so noble a creature destroyed by misery, without feeling the most poignant grief? He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mind so cultivated; and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence.

At last, Walton has found a friend! Both Walton and Frankenstein see friends as providing a necessary, but often elusive, supplement to their own only "half made up" existence. The friend should be both/and: both the same as oneself-- the "brother of one's heart"-- and more than oneself-- "wiser, better, dearer"-- in order that he/she might perfect one, supply what's missing.

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