It is a real shame that most people have never read Mary Shelly’s book, Frankenstein. Indeed, for most people, the sum of their exposure to Frankenstein is as a cheesy, grainy, black and white movie with a monster that moans like a harpooned seal, and looks like some sort of Halloween factory reject. Shame indeed. Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein is an allegory, beautifully and terrifyingly written, in which a scientist, Victor Frankenstein, bored with academia, gets caught up in the brilliance of his creation. The subtitle: A Modern Prometheus, provides a hint along this line. The tale stands as a stark, and terrific warning against uncontrolled scientific enquiry. But, Victor Frankenstein’s problem, is not so much the scientific inquiry, as it is bad science. Here is a short listing of his failings more