Frankensocks! A gothic tale of sock knitting gone wrong – and right again

“I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch—the miserable monster whom I had created.” Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, 1818. So […]

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