After the death of its maker, Victor Frankenstein, the monster's remorse for its crimes is so great it removes itself from society and leaves the world behind by drifting away on an ice flow in the Arctic Circle.
In the film adaptation directed by James Whale the end comes at the hands of the classic mob with torches and pitchforks. Mary Shelley's original ending is a much more personal and emotional end for the thing known as the monster.
Above is a version of Mary Shelley's monster from my archives. Oil on canvas, 2008
Below is a sketch of James Whale's flat-top monster from a few weeks ago
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