Sunday, March 23, 2014


It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Mary Shelley

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Colleen said...

That. Is an amazing pumpkin! I wonder if I could maybe try this with a dried out, old, moldy jack that has survived thus far(until the wind took him and smashed his face clean off! ) all the pieces are still out there... ;)