Walton's undertaking of this journey is a comment upon the larger society as well as upon his character: it is the outside world that is constantly urging its members to leap tall boundaries, that they might gain recognition and fame. Walton's values are definitely questionable. It does not seem that he really belongs on this mission, with so little experience, but he refuses to let this dream go. He is highly motivated and in his prime, a younger version of the weathered stranger, who had the same ideals at one point but has had to relinquish them. That Walton complains of not having peers to whom he can relate illustrates the most basic human need of companionship. Anything with an iota of humanness feels such a compulsion for friendship and emotional ties; anybody would be justified in going great lengths to find these things.
She began writing what she assumed would be a short story. With Percy Shelley's encouragement, she expanded the tale into a full-fledged novel.  She later described that summer in Switzerland as the moment "when I first stepped out from childhood into life".  Shelley wrote the first four chapters in the weeks following the suicide of her half-sister Fanny.  Byron managed to write just a fragment based on the vampire legends he heard while travelling the Balkans , and from this John Polidori created The Vampyre (1819), the progenitor of the romantic vampire literary genre. Thus two legendary horror tales originated from the conclave.
The absence of any strong female protagonist in Frankenstein becomes thematically explicable because it is Boris Karloff's exquisitely reasoning Creature who is the real doppelganger of the female author of his story. When one examines the story behind the story of the making of this film all the way back to its core center at which Mary Shelley stands alone, the greatest change one may experience in revisiting Frankenstein becomes how easy it is look at Boris Karloff and his big metal bolts and realize that Frankenstein’s Creature transforms into a woefully underestimated young teenage girl in a long flowing gown sitting among a group of men with a sly smile more mysterious than that of the Mona Lisa playing about her lips.