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336 pages, Paperback
First published March 16, 1850
We may realize its value, in the present case, by imagining the book with the scarlet letter omitted. It is not practically essential to the plot. But the scarlet letter uplifts the theme from the material to the spiritual level. It is the concentration and type of the whole argument. It transmutes the prose into poetry. It serves as a formula for the conveyance of ideas otherwise too subtle for words, as well as to enhance the gloomy picturesqueness of the moral scenery. It burns upon its wearer's breast, it casts a lurid glow along her pathway, it isolates her among mankind, and is at the same time the mystic talisman to reveal to her the guilt hidden in other hearts.The entire story - each character, each event, people's appearances, even objects - is filled with symbolism. Light and darkness, sin and secrecy, suffering and redemption, all have a role. It can be a little - or a lot - hard to wade through the old-fashioned language and viewpoint of The Scarlet Letter, but it really rewards the reader who's willing to look deeper.
鈥濧cest semn, omul acela [Dimmesdale, fire葯te, n.m.] 卯l purta pe el! Ochiul lui Dumnezeu 卯l vedea! 脦ngerii 卯l ar膬tau mereu cu degetul! Diavolul 卯l cuno葯tea bine 葯i-l rodea f膬r膬 istov cu gheara lui aprins膬! El 卯ns膬 卯l ascundea cu viclenie... Acum, 卯n ceasul mor葲ii, iat膬-l 卯n fa葲a voastr膬! V膬 cere s膬 privi葲i iar膬葯i litera stacojie a lui Hester! E vreunul dintre voi care s膬 pun膬 la 卯ndoial膬 judecata Domnului asupra unui p膬c膬tos? Privi葲i! Privi葲i groaznica ei m膬rturie!
葮i cu un gest convulsiv, 卯葯i desf膬cu la piept ve葯m卯ntul sacerdotal. Atunci, revela葲ia se s膬v卯r葯i!... O clip膬, privirile mul葲imii cuprinse de groaz膬 se concentrar膬 asupra 卯nsp膬im卯nt膬torului miracol, 卯n timp ce pastorul st膬tea drept ca un om care, 卯ntr-un acces de extrem膬 durere, c卯葯tigase o victorie. Apoi se pr膬bu葯i pe platform膬 (pp.243-244)鈥�.
Those who had before known her, and had expected to behold her dimmed and obscured by a disastrous cloud, were astonished, and even startled, to perceive how her beauty shone out, and made a halo of the misfortune and ignominy in which she was enveloped.Many, many years ago, my Honors 11 English class was assigned The Scarlet Letter by our teacher, Mrs. Janet Fuchs. Although I read a lot back then, when I was sixteen I was not very interested in delving into the wrongs wrought by the Christian patriarchy. Instead I relied on Cliffs Notes (to Mrs. Fuchs鈥� dismay, I was not subtle about it). Over the last few years, I鈥檝e been trying to read more classics鈥攖hose never assigned and those that I bluffed my way through鈥攂ut I hadn鈥檛 gotten around to this one. Well, Mrs. Fuchs passed away a couple of weeks ago. She was a great teacher, fondly remembered by a generation of students, and I鈥檓 sure I would have learned a lot more from her had I actually put forth the effort. So, as way of honoring her (though perhaps a very weird of way), I decided to finally read The Scarlet Letter.
"Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting even to the happiest among them?"
"What a strange, sad man is he!" said the child, as if speaking partly to herself. "In the dark nighttime he calls us to him, and holds thy hand and mine, as when we stood with him on the scaffold yonder! And in the deep forest, where only the old trees can hear, and the strip of sky see it, he talks with thee, sitting on a heap of moss! And he kisses my forehead, too, so that the little brook would hardly wash it off! But, here, in the sunny day, and among all the people, he knows us not; nor must we know him! A strange, sad man is he, with his hand always over his heart!"