This is a silly little French essay I wrote in senior year. I had just found my new passion – gothic literature – and it was going to change the course of my life from then on. Fully invested in Frankenstein, I spent my senior year alluding to it in essays for all my classes (yes, even chemistry) and wrote as many essays as possible either on Mary Wollstonecraft, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein, or on the nature vs. nurture debate. This essay is actually titled Le Prométhée moderne, ou une […]