On he flew among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. Goodman Brown snatched away the child, as from the grasp of the fiend himself. What if a wretched old woman do choose to go to the devil, when I thought she was going to Heaven! He looked up to the sky, doubting whether there really was a Heaven above him. Evil must be your only happiness. I think it's important to keep your personal life to yourself as much as you can. I helped your grandfather, the constable, when he lashed the Quaker woman so smartly through the streets of Salem; and it was I that brought your father a pitch-pine knot, kindled at my own hearth, to set fire to an Indian village, in King Philip's war.
Scattered, also, among their pale-faced enemies, were the Indian priests, or powows, who had often scared their native forest with more hideous incantations than any known to English witchcraft. He staggered against the rock, and felt it chill and damp, while a hanging twig, that had been all on fire, besprinkled his cheek with the coldest dew. Some affirm, that the lady of the governor was there. Because he is a sinner, he figures he ought to be just as feared as other evil things. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest.
While yet within hearing, one of the riders stopped to pluck a switch. While yet within hearing, one of the riders stopped to pluck a switch. I would not for twenty old women like the one hobbling before us that Faith should come to any harm. We never know for certain what Brown is searching for—a brief escape, a pleasure or thrill? Hawthorne establishes the moral conflict at the beginning of the story: Goodman Brown can stay with his wife Faith, as she pleads for him to do, or he can journey into the woods. He cries out this famous quote to the wind, indicating that sin no longer strikes fear in him as it once did.
Evil must be your only happiness. Methought as she spoke there was trouble in her face, as if a dream had warned her what work is to be done tonight. On the Sabbath day, when the congregation were singing a holy psalm, he could not listen because an anthem of sin rushed loudly upon his ear and drowned all the blessed strain. The traveller put forth his staff, and touched her withered neck with what seemed the serpent's tail. Goodman Brown considers evil as a supernatural, external idea found in the work of witches and devils. I suppose you could use some quotes to support the thesis statement in your literary analysis. The whole forest was peopled with frightful sounds--the creaking of the trees, the howling of wild beasts, and the yell of Indians; while sometimes the wind tolled like a distant church bell, and sometimes gave a broad roar around the traveller, as if all Nature were laughing him to scorn.
If you know someone's favourite colour or what they like to do on a Sunday, you won't fall for the character as much. Aloft in the air, as if from the depths of the cloud, came a confused and doubtful sound of voices. In all cases, these touches contribute to an atmosphere of foreboding. Whose guilt had blasted it? Instead of seeing a nuanced, complicated person capable of a mixture of good and evil, Brown can only see through his binary Puritan lens, which casts everything that is not completely righteous in a hellish light. Each pendent twig and leafy festoon was in a blaze. It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints.
Young Goodman Brown begins with a rosy outlook, with unshakeable faith in himself, his relationship, and his society. Be it so if you will; but, alas! Amidst these pleasant and praiseworthy meditations, Goodman Brown heard the tramp of horses along the road, and deemed it advisable to conceal himself within the verge of the forest, conscious of the guilty purpose that had brought him thither, though now so happily turned from it. At the same moment the fire on the rock shot redly forth and formed a glowing arch above its base, where now appeared a figure. We have been a race of honest men and good Christians, since the days of the martyrs. Some affirm that the lady of the governor was there. But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, and pious people, these elders of the church, these chaste dames and dewy virgins, there were men of dissolute lives and women of spotted fame, wretches given over to all mean and filthy vice, and suspected even of horrid crimes. They chant twisted versions of hymns and make ready to welcome the two new converts.
As he struggles to hold onto his belief, Goodman Brown must confront the evil that lies buried within him and every other member of the village. No matter how people appear in daylight, at night their darker, untamed urges may be set loose. However, this man, whose nature will shortly be revealed, claims that he has recently come through Boston. Young Goodman Brown caught hold of a tree, for support, being ready to sink down on the ground, faint and over-burthened with the heavy sickness of his heart. This is the first point when someone says that even though these people are not to make a deal with the devil, some of the most respected have made a deal with him. He had taken a dreary road, darkened by all the gloomiest trees of the forest, which barely stood aside to let the narrow path creep through, and closed immediately behind. Still they might have been taken for father and son.
In the forest, Goodman Brown loses his innocent faith and becomes certain that Faith has been tempted by the devil when he sees her pink ribbon fluttering down from the cloudy sky and snagging in a tree. The road grew wilder and drearier and more faintly traced, and vanished at length, leaving him in the heart of the dark wilderness, still rushing onward with the instinct that guides mortal man to evil. Once loved by all the townspeople, Mr. Scattered also among their pale-faced enemies were the Indian priests, or powwows, who had often scared their native forest with more hideous incantations than any known to English witchcraft. Irony soon follows as the reverend and the deacon pass by. The humiliation the Major suffers affects Robin in two ways. Often as we age, we begin to question the religious beliefs and political worldviews of our families and societies.
The moment his fingers touched them, they became strangely withered and dried up, as with a week's sunshine. But all that changes on one fateful night. In a clearing, a large crowd has gathered around a bonfire. Goodman Brown hides so she won't see him, so he can avoid discussing why he is walking through the forest at night with the Old Man. Young Goodman Brown caught hold of a tree for support, being ready to sink down on the ground, faint and overburdened with the heavy sickness of his heart. Then might I exemplify how an influence beyond our control lays its strong hand on every deed which we do, and weaves its consequences into an iron tissue of necessity. He pities the Major, but is also terrified of the crowd.
He or she sees friends everywhere he or she looks, wherever he or she goes, whomever he or she meets. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. His or her perception goes beyond the shell of appearance and into essence. Not another step will I budge on this errand. It would be like finding out politicians are corrupt, or professional athletes use steroids, or that college football coaches cheat. Goodman Brown tells her to say her prayers and go to sleep.