Roger that, Chillingworth.

Hey D block. 

First off, confession time. Have you ever read a book and fell in love with a character? Honestly, I never expected to find love in my English Lit class but then I started reading The Scarlet Letter. Roger. Chillingworth. Everything he says and does just makes me love him even more. He is by far the most attractive character in this book. I mean, just take a look at him:

Look at that smolder. The long, luscious locks. That jawline(!!!)

I hope by now you've realized that I'm kidding or you might never look at me the same way again. Anyway let's get on with the blog post:


So, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Can Roger Chillingworth get any creepier? Every time I begin to grow accustomed to his, uh, charm, he just kicks it up a notch! This time, he decides to sneak into the room where Dimmsdale is trying to take a cat nap in and opens up his shirt. Excuse me, sir, but have you no concept of boundaries? While we are kept in the dark about what it is that he finds, it must be some sort of evidence because Chillingworth looks a little too happy. Honestly, I'd rather this guy just glower (Hey look, a vocab word. Extra credit? @Mrs.Lemon) all the time than do a happy dance. It's like that time Voldemort tried to hug Draco Malfoy, it's just uncomfortable for everyone.



Anyway, Chillingsworth is kind of the worst. Now that he's got his evidence, he's off to get his revenge. Look, I get that you're upset that you were cheated on but it's not like Hester or Dimmsdale haven't suffered enough. Does it look like they're rolling around in riches and running slow motion through a field of flowers?
 
I don't think so. Take a lap, Roger. It's time to move on.

In honor of Chillingworth's success in thoroughly creeping me out, here is an equally creepy found poem from that scene:


His spirit now withdrawn into itself
He stirred not
"I must search this matter to the bottom"
The physician advanced to his patient
What a wild look of wonder, joy, and horror!
Pious Master Dimmsdale
He hath done a wild thing
The physician turned away
No need to ask how Satan comports himself
When a precious human soul 
is lost to heaven
Wonder
In the physician's ecstasy
Soul and body
A strange sympathy