The Critic : Hawthorne Number, July 1904

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Critic printing and publishing Company, 1904 - 96 páginas

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Página 49 - Men bolder than these had overthrown and rearranged — not actually, but within the sphere of theory, which was their most real abode — the whole system of ancient prejudice, wherewith was linked much of ancient principle.
Página 63 - I the present writer, as their representative, hereby take shame upon myself for their sakes, and pray that any curse incurred by them — as I have heard, and as the dreary and unprosperous condition of the race for many a long year back would argue to exist — may be now and henceforth removed.
Página 49 - The young woman was tall, with a figure of perfect elegance on a large scale. She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam, and a face which, besides being beautiful from regularity of feature and richness of complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a marked brow and deep black eyes.
Página 59 - Nothing is more curious and interesting than this almost exclusively imported character of the sense of sin in Hawthorne's mind ; it seems to exist there merely for an artistic or literary purpose. He had ample cognizance of the Puritan conscience ; it was his natural heritage ; it was reproduced in him ; looking into his soul, he found it there. But his relation to it was only, as one may say, intellectual ; it was not moral and theological. He played with it, and used it as a pigment ; he treated...
Página 26 - There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here at least we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.
Página 26 - So is it with this calamity : it does not touch me : some thing which I fancied was a part of me, which could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me, and leaves no scar. It was caducous. I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature.
Página 28 - I have secluded myself from society; and yet I never meant any such thing, nor dreamed what sort of life I was going to lead. I have made a captive of myself, and put me into a dungeon, and now I cannot find the key to let myself out, — and if the door were open, I should be almost afraid to come out.
Página 32 - ... by generous sympathies, by delicate intuitions, by taking note of things too slight for record, and by bringing my human spirit into manifold accordance with the companions whom God assigned me — to learn the secret which was hidden even from themselves.
Página 29 - I could never break through the viewless bolts and bars ; for if I had sooner made my escape into the world, I should have grown hard and rough, and been covered with earthly dust, and my heart might have become callous by rude encounters with the multitude But living in solitude till the fulness of time was come, I still kept the dew of my youth and the freshness of my heart...
Página 22 - Heaven's own time, a new truth would be revealed, in order to establish the whole relation between man and woman on a surer ground of mutual happiness.

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