A few generations ago, the starting point of a discussion about Nathaniel Hawthorne, and the writers of his time and place, seems to have been about the possibility or difficulty of American literature. 1,344 more words
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About the time the Spy and the Fanny sailed | Nathaniel Hawthorne’s journal entry for September 10th, 1852
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September 10th.–Here is another beautiful morning, with the sun dimpling in the early sunshine. Four sail-boats are in sight, motionless on the sea, with the whiteness of their sails reflected in it.
On the way to dropping my son off for a Youth Conference near the Massachusetts, New York State line, I drove past the parking lot for Monument Mountain Reservation. 1,119 more words
Pigs, on a march, do not subject themselves to any leader among themselves, but pass on, higgledy-piggledy, without regard to age or sex | Sketches from Nathaniel Hawthorne's journal entry for Friday, August 31st, 1838
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A tailor is detected by Mr. Leach, because his coat had not a single wrinkle in it. I saw him exhibiting patterns of fashions to Randall, the village tailor.