the well written - nathaniel hawthorne

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. Her intellect and heart
had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in
his woods. 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.

- Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

By Ana Cunhal Zivick