The Mortal Immortal by Mary Shelley (1833): A Review
Dear Mary Shelley, I tried to fall in love with "The Mortal Immortal," but my literary heart remains faithful to your monster-making masterpiece, Frankenstein. The concept of drinking an immortality elixir sounds delightful—until you realize it's basically the world's worst skincare scam! "Eternal youth". It's like ordering immortality online but receiving a 300-year warranty on just your epidermis!
I must admit though, the tragic romance between Mr. Forever-Young and his aging wife was genuinely moving. Every time she looked at him and probably thought, "Still not a wrinkle?! SERIOUSLY?!" And those Dorian Gray vibes I got definitely earned you some bonus points.
I must admit though, the tragic romance between Mr. Forever-Young and his aging wife was genuinely moving. Every time she looked at him and probably thought, "Still not a wrinkle?! SERIOUSLY?!" And those Dorian Gray vibes I got definitely earned you some bonus points.
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