And so it begins.

One of my favorite literary archetypes out there is the “against the odds” wisdom-bearer. Shaw’s Doolittle (described as the dustbin-moralist), Cervantes’ Sancho Panza (unwittingly the best and worst fake mayor ever to be appointed for a lark), and of course the fabled monster himself. Frankenstein’s monster in the book is actually quite chatty and intelligent (albeit genuinely pissed-off), and this pic of Karloff – the dichotomous portrait of the monster at rest with his tiny teacup – makes me giggle.