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"The letter scarlet "
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Customs Introduction to The Scarlet Letter
But the truth is perhaps another: that the author, when casting his papers to the wind, never thinks of the many who will throw the book aside and even open disdain, but the few who can understand how they understood their classmates and life. And indeed, some writers go so well in this way, who indulges in such intimate secrets of nature and jealous, which could only be done at the reader that he had secured a complete sympathy of mind and heart as if the book launched the world should certainly find a soul mate who wrote it and to accomplish its life cycle with this perfect communion with the soul of the writer.
Hearing this, which is perhaps not strange that all my people is there. In Salem in fact the first British who brought my name immigrated two hundred twenty-five years ago, when the colony was still wild, scattered through the forest where the present town was founded. And there all their descendants were born and died, stirring to land their human substance, so that now there must be a certain kinship between the sod and my mortal frame that tramples, and perhaps attachment to the bottom of which I spoke not is whether or not the mysterious sympathy of dust for dust. The gaiety of the old
resembles very closely the laughter of children: in some and in others the joy does not come from the spirit and intelligence, but it's just a ray of light and joy that passes, like a caress of the sun, both the green and tender branch as the wrinkled old body.
Chapter Two
It is true that a merciful gift is made to human nature, for which those who suffer at the time of suffering, which they always ignore both the intensity and can only assess it, later, in the wake of pain remains.
Chapter Five
But a strange fatality seems to compel every person to walk around, like a ghost, in the places where some great event has left a deep furrow in his life, and is all the more inexorable fate MISUSE, as this is the wake of sadness and pain.
Chapter X
"Where did you find my good doctor," asked Dimmesdale, "the herbs so ugly?"
"Just below the cemetery," said the doctor without interrupting the examination of plants. "There are herbs that do not know. They were on a grave without a tombstone, and every other memory of the dead, if not precisely these monstrous plants. They may have sprung from his heart, and perhaps they were there to witness some dark secrets of the dead, those who would have done better to confess to life ... "
" You say then that I know all of you ?...", asked Roger Chillingworth resolute in tone and setting in the eye pastor of his own who sparkled. "So be it! Many times the doctor believes to get to know his patient and does not know that a part of evil. Forgive me, dear friend, if I am forced to push up to offend you. But you know that very often the disease of the body, the evil that we see, is but a reflection of a mysterious invisible moral evil ... Now you are just the most typical example of this close dependence of physical health on the health of the soul ... "
Chapter eleventh
[...]; but perhaps lacked what they learned and holy gift that came down from heaven on the head of the Apostles on the day of Pentecost, that is, that pure fire that allowed early popularizers of Christianity to speak to the people not in their various languages, but in what is now the way to reach the hearts of men. In vain they would try to express the highest truths and poor with humble words, unadorned with pictures but with immediate effect, while Dimmesdale was reserved for this gift, and he probably could have touched sublime heights of faith and holiness, if he had not brought soul the weight of guilt and pain that was holding on the ground, like the other humans, too, whose voice was worthy to be heard by the angels.
Yet it was this tremendous burden to place him in close communion with the crowd of sinful men, so that his heart vibrate with the heart of the faithful and generously upheld the anxieties, which he manages to infuse with his melancholy but compelling eloquence, the agitation of his soul the soul of the multitude who listened to him.
Chapter Twelve
In those days every phenomenon was interpreted as a supernatural revelation. Like a flaming spear, a sword of fire, a bow, an arrow flew, glimpsed in the midnight sky, advocating a war with the Indians, a red halo announced the plague. Do not say we would know if a single major event is being produced in New England without prior supernatural revelation. Sometimes these signs were seen by large crowds, but more often is sufficient to prove the testimony of one man, who of course first amplified them with his imagination and only the second time they stated with the clairvoyance of his own thought.
Chapter thirteenth
[...], around Esther Prynne had come to form a halo of respect. If it is not troubled by selfish motives, human nature is in itself brought the love to hate more, [...]
Chapter fifteenth
Esther followed him a little with his eyes in astonishment, almost, that he stepped on the grass and does not flare up immediately in the footsteps of his steps does not appear, marked in black on the soft green lawn, and wondered where he went looking for herbs so carefully. The Earth, aroused by the look in his evil instincts of man, the poisonous products offered perhaps, still unknown, as miraculously sprouted under his fingers? Or even good herbs were converted by his touch malignant poisons? Surprised that the sun, which lights up all the good things of the world, refuses to illuminate a physically and morally deformed like that, Esther was expected to see him at any moment change his the demon to which he himself had looked like, and fly away God knows where, with the sides of the wings black bird hell.
Chapter eighteenth
Love, and when born, and when rising from a lethargy that had seemed mortal, it releases so much light that the whole world turns around it, [...]
Chapter twenty-second
At that time, little is estimated the quality of mind, every appearance of authority on the other hand was held in high esteem. The people had inherited a sense of respect for constituted authorities, who barely survives today in men: no one can say that this change would be a good or bad.
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