When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?


Frankenstein: ; Or, The Modern Prometheus (ed. DOSER Reads, 1823)


When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?

When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?