Apart from being one of the most influential works of Puritan belief systems, it also broke ground by truly focusing on a woman who has done something sacrilegious above and beyond any normal broken sins. It had reached her ears, that there was a de- sign on the part of some of the leading inhabitants, cherishing the more rigid order of principles in relig- ion and government, to deprive her of her child. Beholding it, Hester was constrained to rush towards the child, — to pursue the little elf in the flight which she invariably began, — to snatch her to her bosom, with a close pressure and earnest kisses, — not so much from overflowing love, as to assure herself that Pearl was flesh and blood, and not utterly delusive. Then, she was sup- ported by an unnatural tension of the nerves, and by all the combative energy of her character, which ena- bled her to convert the scene into a kind of lurid triumph. Methought — O Hester, what a thought is that, and how terrible to dread it! With these remorseful feelings, he lost no time in making the am- plest apologies, and besought his friend still to con- tinue the care, which, if not successful in restoring him to health, had, in all probability, been the means of prolonging his feeble existence to that hour.
He to whom only the outward and physical evil is laid open, knoweth, oftentimes, but half the evil which he is called upon to cure. He knew, by some spiritual sense, — for the Creator never made another being so sensitive as this, — he knew that no friendly hand was pulling at his heart-strings, and that an eye was looking curiously into him, which sought only evil, and found it. She heard her mother's voice, and approached slowly through the forest. Speak thou, the child's own mother! But all my life had been made up of earnest, studious, thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faithfully for the increase of mine own knowledge, and faithfully, too, though this latter object was but casual to the other, — faithfully for the advancement of human welfare. True, he looked doubtfully, fearfully—even, at times, with horror and the bitterness of hatred—at the deformed figure of the old physician. But the child did not see fit to let the matter drop. As to any other kind of dis cipline, whether addressed to her mind or heart, lit tie Pearl might or might not be within its reach, in accordance with the caprice that ruled the moment.
But he hath a godly minister or two with him, and likewise a leech. Nevertheless, vixenly as she looks, many people are seeking, at this very moment, to shelter themselves under the wing of the federal eagle; imagining, I presume, that her bosom has all the softness and snugness of an eider-down pillow. Full of concern, therefore, — but so conscious of her own right that it seemed scarcely an unequal match between the public, on the one side, and a lonely woman, backed by the sympathies of nature, on the other, — Hester Prynne set forth from her solitary cot- tage. The minister, — for, save the long-sought regards of woman, nothing is sweeter than these marks of child- ish preference, accorded spontaneously by a spiritual instinct, and therefore seeming to imply in us some- thing truly worthy to be loved, — the minister looked round, laid his hand on the child's head, hesitated an instant, and then kissed her brow. Structuring the plot in such a way that you already know everything that's going to happen way before it does.
You are beside him, sleeping and waking. There was a listlessness in his gait ; as if he saw no reason for taking one step farther, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of anything, to fling himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive, for evermore. And haven't re-envisioned Biblical scenarios already lost their sheen? It was certainly a doubtful charm, imparting a hard, metallic lustre to the child's char- acter. I found them growing on a grave, which bore no tombstone, nor other memorial of the dead man, save these ugly weeds, that have taken upon themselves to keep him in remembrance. His schtick is to do amazing tricks that appear effortless on his part, which is why they are, well, magical.
On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold-thread, appeared the letter A. Her imagination was somewhat affected, and, had she been of a softer moral and intellectual fibre, would have been still more so, by the strange and solitary anguish of her life. Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided. It was as if an evil spirit possessed the child, and had just then peeped forth in mockery. Each a ghost, and awe-stricken at the other ghost! He had told his hearers that he was altogether vile, a viler companion of the vilest, the worst of sinners, an abomination, a thing of unimaginable iniquity, and that the only wonder was that they did not see his wretched body shrivelled up before their eyes by the burning wrath of the Almighty! Hast thou exhausted possibility in the failure of this one trial? This creed was never taught, for instance, by the venerable pastor, John Wilson, whose beard, white as a snow-drift, was seen over Governor Bellingham's shoulders, while its wearer suggested that pears and peaches might yet be naturalised in the New England climate, and that purple grapes might possibly be compelled to flourish against the sunny garden-wall. In these lengthened vigils, his brain often reeled, and visions seemed to flit before him; perhaps seen doubtfully, and by a faint light of their own, in the remote dimness of the chamber, or more vividly and close beside him, within the looking—glass. She was now of an age to run lightly along by her mother's side, and, constantly in motion, from morn till sunset, could have accomplished a much longer journey than that before her.
Nathaniel Hawthorne's masterpiece is a classic example of the human conflict between emotion and intellect. Although it seems at first that Hester has committed a serious sin—adultery—it is Dimmesdale and Chillingworth who are the true sinners as they are consumed by the sins they commit. Listen, I'm not one to stan classics just because they're classics; classic books are books like any other and should be praised or criticized at will. From first to last, in short, Hester Prynne had always this dreadful agony in feeling a human eye upon the token ; the spot never grew cal- lous ; it seemed, on the contrary, to grow more sensi- tive with daily torture. Why shouldst thou tarry so much as one other day in the torments that have so gnawed into thy life! Her mother, with a morbid purpose, that may be better understood hereafter, had bought the richest tissues that could be procured, and allowed her imaginative faculty its full play in the arrangement and decoration of the dresses which the child wore, before the public eye. Set in seventeenth-century Puritan Massachusetts, the novel centers around the travails of , who gives birth to a daughter after an adulterous affair.
Looking instinctively from the open window, — for it was sum- mer-time, — the minister beheld Hester Prynne and little Pearl passing along the footpath that traversed the enclosure. Wilson's question, the child finally announced that she had not been made at all, but had been plucked by her mother off the bush of wild roses, that grew by the prison-door. The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. Nobody is completely pure despite what they think. Now that you have some examples and ideas, you can confidently write your analysis.
This rose—bush, by a strange chance, has been kept alive in history; but whether it had merely survived out of the stern old wilderness, so long after the fall of the gigantic pines and oaks that originally overshadowed it, or whether, as there is far authority for believing, it had sprung up under the footsteps of the sainted Ann Hutchinson as she entered the prison—door, we shall not take upon us to determine. He noticed her involuntary gesture, and smiled. Not the less, however, though with a tremulous enjoyment, did he feel the occasional relief of looking at the universe through the medium of another kind of intellect than those with which he habitually held converse. Weeks, it is true, would sometimes elapse, during which Pearl's gaze might never once be fixed upon the scarlet letter ; but then, again, it would come at unawares, like the stroke of sudden death, and always with that peculiar smile, and odd expression of the eyes. The course of the little brook might be traced by its merry gleam afar into the wood's heart of mystery, which had become a mystery of joy. Or was there, as it rather seemed, a circle of ominous shadow moving along with his deformity, whichever way he turned himself? And, moreover, is there not a quality of awful sacredness in the relation between this mother and this child? Must I sink down there, and die at once? At that epoch of pristine simplicity, however, matters of even slighter public interest, and of far less intrinsic weight, than the welfare of Hester and her child, were strangely mixed up with the deliberations of legisla- tors and acts of state.
What choice remains to me? The virgins of his church grew pale around him, victims of a passion so imbued with religious sentiment, that they imagined it to be all religion, and brought it openly, in their white bosoms, as their most acceptable sacrifice before the altar. I mean this was short, though it could have been a little shorter. Wilson came two other guests; one, the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, whom the reader may remember, as having taken a brief and reluctant part in the scene of Hester Prynne's disgrace; and, in close companionship with him, old Roger Chillingworth, a person of great skill in physic, who, for two or three years past, had been settled in the town. Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a death-like slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world. I'd take rambling paragraphs and stocky sentences over quadratic equations and piecewise functions any day.