Those who have read Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley's Frankenstein, or, The Modern Prometheus know that the creature was not the mindless, shambling brute so ably portrayed by Karloff.
Rather, Frankenstein's "monster" was an articulate, deeply passionate soul -- and much of the novel is played out in that memorable scene in which Victor's creation lures him to an ice cavern, and relates the entirety of his life story since his abandonment.
The horror of Frankenstein, you see, is not that of the random destruction wrought by a soulless monstrosity.
It is that a sensitive, intelligent social outcast, a reader of poetry, will corner you in a remote locale and relate to you at length how terrible his life is, how society has rejected him, and the dreadful injustices wrought upon him by his parents.
He is without question the true role model of the Goth.