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|