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“That pit of blackness that lies beneath us, everywhere ... the firmest substance of human happiness is but a thin crust spread over it, with just reality enough to bear up the illusive stage-scenery amid which we tread. It needs no earthquake to open the chasm.”

Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Work

Complete Novels of Nathaniel Hawthorne (Illustrated Edition): Fanshawe, The Scarlet Letter with its Adaptation, The House of the Seven Gables, The Blithedale Romance, The Marble Faun, The Dolliver Romance, Septimius Felton, Grimshawe's Secret and Biography

The Complete Novels of Nathaniel Hawthorne (Illustrated Edition) is a comprehensive collection that brings together a selection of the renowned American author's most significant works. This collection includes 'Fanshawe', a semi-autobiographical novel, 'The Scarlet Letter', a tale of sin and redemption, 'The House of the Seven Gables', a gothic novel, 'The Blithedale Romance', a social commentary, 'The Marble Faun', a supernatural romance, 'The Dolliver Romance', a historical novel, 'Septimius Felton', a political satire, 'Grimshawe's Secret', a psychological novel, and concludes with a biography of Hawthorne. The illustrated edition adds a visual element to the text, enhancing the reader's experience of these literary masterpieces. more

Author

Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Nathaniel Hawthorne was an American novelist known for his Gothic novels and romantic works. His writings often delve into themes of morality and sin, influenced by his family history and Puritan background. more

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