I think that Mary Shelly’s writing style is - being that I was not, in point of fact, born in such a time that allows me chronologically to understand or become privy to the mores and expectations upon which such a style of expression was formed to meet - somewhat, or rather very, dense and difficult to penetrate or possibly even to read such that I am unable to ascertain or determine quite what is attempting to have been, or being said with the words with which she is expressing and writing her intent thusly

… and that’s why I can never get past the prologue of Frankenstein