»Often, after the rest of the family had retired for the night, I took the boat and passed many hours upon the water. Sometimes, with my sails set, I was carried by the wind; and sometimes, after rowing into the middle of the lake,
I left the boat to pursue its own course and gave way to my own miserable reflections. I was often tempted, when all was at peace around me, to plunge into the silent lake, that the waters might close over me and my calamities forever.
But I was restrained, when I thought of the heroic and suffering Elizabeth, whom I tenderly loved, and whose existence was bound up in mine. I thought also of my father and surviving brother,
should I by my base desertion leave them exposed and unprotected to the malice of the fiend whom I had let loose among them?«
Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley