"On the eighth day, God created Mankind... Why was He having such a bad day? Why did He create all of you normal, and forget so many important parts of me?"
— WWF: The Music, Vol. 2, "Ode to Freud (Mankind's Theme)"
God twisted my face into a gorgon's likeness, but He did not make me a monster. My sire reared me in a cesspit and even named me Dogshit in his own tongue, but he did not make me a monster. I imagine in time, the rest of the world will succeed where they failed.
—Erzebet of Pest, Nosferatu, Dark Ages: Vampire - Player's Guide To The Low Clans
Tis true my form is something odd.
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew,
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole,
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul, The mind's the standard of the man.
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew,
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole,
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul, The mind's the standard of the man.
—Joseph Carey Merrick, The Elephant Man
