The Scarlet Letter journals from the perspective of Roger Chillingsworth
Entry 1:
Today while I was with Bellingham, Wilson, and Dimmesdale, Pearl and Hester showed up. Everyone began to tease Pearl by calling her a bird and a demon-child. They also ask her why she was allowed to keep her child. Wilson tries to test her child, who is only three-years-old, about religious subjects. Hester begged Dimmesdale to talk to Pearl and her child.
Dimmesdale says that God sent Pearl and that the child was seemingly meant to be both a blessing and a curse. This did convince Bellingham and Wilson not to separate the mother and child. Pearl has taken well to Dimmesdale. She even goes to him and presses his hand on her cheek.
I feel vexed by this. I want the men to reopen their investigation into the identity of Hester’s lover. But they refuse to do this. They say that God will reveal the information when he deems it appropriate. This is not what I wanted at all. Fury fills me.
Entry 2:
He is a puzzling man. Both relentlessly and mercilessly, I seek to find the root of my patient’s condition. I want to know every detail of Dimmesdale’s life, but he has grown suspicious of all men and will confide to no one. I will devote all of my time to patients. I busy myself gathering herbs and weeds to make medicines, even when Dimmesdale is not around.
Dimmesdale questioned me about an unusual-looking plant that I found on an unmarked grave. I think that the dark weeds are the sign of the buried person’s unconfessed sins. This sparks an uncomfortable conversation about confession, redemption, and the notion of burying one’s secrets. Then we heard a cry from outside. Through the window, we can see Pearl dancing in the graveyard and hooking burrs onto the A on Hester’s chest. After Pearl noticed us, she drug her mother away.
Hester is not a women who buries her sins, but instead she wears them openly on her chest. At this though, Dimmesdale is careful not to give himself away. I feel as if he is hiding something. I begin to prod the minister more directly
Today while I was with Bellingham, Wilson, and Dimmesdale, Pearl and Hester showed up. Everyone began to tease Pearl by calling her a bird and a demon-child. They also ask her why she was allowed to keep her child. Wilson tries to test her child, who is only three-years-old, about religious subjects. Hester begged Dimmesdale to talk to Pearl and her child.
Dimmesdale says that God sent Pearl and that the child was seemingly meant to be both a blessing and a curse. This did convince Bellingham and Wilson not to separate the mother and child. Pearl has taken well to Dimmesdale. She even goes to him and presses his hand on her cheek.
I feel vexed by this. I want the men to reopen their investigation into the identity of Hester’s lover. But they refuse to do this. They say that God will reveal the information when he deems it appropriate. This is not what I wanted at all. Fury fills me.
Entry 2:
He is a puzzling man. Both relentlessly and mercilessly, I seek to find the root of my patient’s condition. I want to know every detail of Dimmesdale’s life, but he has grown suspicious of all men and will confide to no one. I will devote all of my time to patients. I busy myself gathering herbs and weeds to make medicines, even when Dimmesdale is not around.
Dimmesdale questioned me about an unusual-looking plant that I found on an unmarked grave. I think that the dark weeds are the sign of the buried person’s unconfessed sins. This sparks an uncomfortable conversation about confession, redemption, and the notion of burying one’s secrets. Then we heard a cry from outside. Through the window, we can see Pearl dancing in the graveyard and hooking burrs onto the A on Hester’s chest. After Pearl noticed us, she drug her mother away.
Hester is not a women who buries her sins, but instead she wears them openly on her chest. At this though, Dimmesdale is careful not to give himself away. I feel as if he is hiding something. I begin to prod the minister more directly