The creature tells Frankenstein its tale. There are three levels of empathy in this chapter. First, Frankenstein listens and imagines what it's like to be in the creatures boots. Second, the creature feels the feelings of the angry villagers and the sad, crying girl at the cottage – dunno if he actually has mirror neurons, but her tears actually cause him such discomfort that he turns away. And third, Mary Shelley imagines so clearly what it might be like to be an outsider, a voyeur on the simplest moments of everyday life. Whoa.
