American Literature Assignment #8

October 30 & November 1, 2007

1.  Reading:  This week we will finish our reading of Hawthorne’s novel. Read chapters nineteen through twenty-four, summarizing each concisely when you finish it. (Due Tuesday, November 6). 

        Important Note!!!  Next week we will begin our reading of Melville’s wonderful epic, Moby Dick.  Please make sure that you have a copy of the book and are ready to read.

 

2.  IMPORTANT!!!  Memorize your selection for the open house.  Be prepared to recite it by memory on Tuesday, November 6 for a grade.

 

2. Vocabulary:

1.  Precipitous:  Resembling a precipice; very steep: extremely rapid or abrupt.

2.  Quasar:  An extremely distant celestial object whose power output is several thousand times that of the entire Milky Way Galaxy.

3.  Quotidian:  Commonplace or ordinary, as from everyday experience.

4.  Recapitulate:  To repeat in concise form; to make a summary.

5.  Reciprocal:  Existing, done, or experienced on both sides; done, given, felt, or owed in return.

6.  Reparation:  The act or process of making amends for a wrong.

7.  Respiration:  The act or process of inhaling and exhaling; breathing.

8.  Sanguine:  Cheerfully confident; optimistic.

9.  Soliloquy:  A dramatic or literary form of discourse in which a character talks to himself or reveals his thoughts when alone or unaware of the presence of other characters.

10.  Subjugate:  To bring under control; conquer.

 

3.  Writing:   Read the following passages from the book and locate them in context.  For each one, write a one-page commentary that begins with an assertive thesis and goes on to analyze and discuss the thesis.  You are not merely “translating” the meaning of the words, but interpreting an aspect of the book.

        For example, in responding to quotation #1, you might begin by asserting that the narrator is re-telling the story in order to justify not only his ancestors, the Puritans, but himself, and that to do this, he identifies the non-religious character strengths that motivated them.

        Due November 15.

 

 1. “A writer of story-books! What kind of a business in life,—what mode of glorifying God, or being serviceable to mankind in his day and generation,—may that be? Why, the degenerate fellow might as well have been a fiddler!” Such are the compliments bandied between my great-grandsires and myself, across the gulf of time! And yet, let them scorn me as they will, strong traits of their nature have intertwined themselves with mine.

 

  2. “Mother,” said little Pearl, “the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. . . . It will not flee from me, for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!”
“Nor ever will, my child, I hope,” said Hester.
“And why not, mother?” asked Pearl, stopping short. . . . “Will it not come of its own accord, when I am a woman grown?”

 

  3. But Hester Prynne, with a mind of native courage and activity, and for so long a period not merely estranged, but outlawed, from society, had habituated herself to such latitude of speculation as was altogether foreign to the clergyman. She had wandered, without rule or guidance, in a moral wilderness. . . . The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers,—stern and wild ones,—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

 

  4. “Mother,” said [Pearl], “was that the same minister that kissed me by the brook?”
“Hold thy peace, dear little Pearl!” whispered her mother. “We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.”

 

  5. But there was a more real life for Hester Prynne here, in New England, than in that unknown region where Pearl had found a home. Here had been her sin; here, her sorrow; and here was yet to be her penitence. She had returned, therefore, and resumed,—of her own free will, for not the sternest magistrate of that iron period would have imposed it,—resumed the symbol of which we have related so dark a tale. Never afterwards did it quit her bosom. But . . . the scarlet letter ceased to be a stigma which attracted the world’s scorn and bitterness, and became a type of something to be sorrowed over, and looked upon with awe, and yet with reverence, too.