At the same time, it seems to me to miss a fairly essential point. Imagine that Dr. Frankenstein carries out his experiments, but rather than stitching together a beautiful, brilliant, well-made man, he creates something less appealing: its limbs a bit misproportioned, its body somewhat unfit, its mind perhaps not as discerning as one might hope. A comrade looks upon the doctor and says, "All that hype, and you merely made a mediocrity?" This scornful comrade may help drive the good doctor to even higher heights, but it seems to me that he is looking at things all wrong: whether or not you would invite Frankenstein's mediocrity over for supper, the doctor has made a whole living man out of the parts of corpses! That is a brilliant achievement, no matter whether the end result is perfect or flawed.