He raises the winds from the window to see the creature smiling at him behind the glass. While the monster watches, Frankenstein tears the half-finished creation into pieces. The creature screams in anger and despair, and then disappears. A letter comes from Henry asking his friend to join him in Perth so they can head south together. Victor decides to meet him in two days. While Victor disposes of the remains of his second creation, he is overwhelmed by disgust; he feels that he has desecrated the living human flesh. He decides to dispose of the remains at sea. In London Clerval took care of visits to learned and illustrious men; However, Victor cannot join him because he is too absorbed in the accomplishment of his heinous task. He thinks that the trip would have given him indescribable pleasure while he was still a student; now, however, he only wants to be alone, for « an insurmountable barrier has been placed between [him] and [his] fellow men. » Victor`s decision to abandon his second experiment fills the reader with ambivalence. While he may seem motivated by humanitarian concerns, it is also clear that he will put his family and friends in grave danger if he does not comply with the creature`s request. However, this possibility does not seem to have come to Victor`s vent: he inexplicably assumes that the creature`s wrath will happen to him on his next wedding night, not Elizabeth.
However, the reader can only expect the opposite: by destroying his second creation, he has destroyed the creature`s wife and any chance of happiness; the creature, we imagine, will react in the same way. The symbol of the exploded tree is crucial to understanding what Frankenstein has become. A tree is a living organism that branches and spreads widely. The one that is « swollen » is divided in the middle, separated from its roots and cannot record sensations. The happiness that Victor once enjoyed so casually is now marred by memories of the past and visions of the future. He can no longer find comfort because his soul can no longer enjoy it as it once did. When he remembers their journey, Frankenstein is impressed by the big difference between Clerval and himself. Clerval lived entirely from the natural landscape, which he loved with incomparable enthusiasm; Victor, on the other hand, was plagued by melancholy and felt like « miserable misery. » Victor mourns the memory of Clerval, whom he still considers a man of unparalleled value and unparalleled beauty of soul….