Revenge Is The Act Of Retaliating In Order To Get Even With Someone Fo

Revenge is the act of retaliating in order to get even with someone for the wrongs they have done. In the novel "The Scarlet Letter," the author, Nathaniel Hawthorne, uses Roger Chillingworth to reap revenge on Arthur Dimmesdale for his affair with his wife, Hester Prynne. Chillingworth becomes so devoted to revenge that is all his life revolves around. Chillingworth then devotes the rest of his life to taking revenge on Dimmesdale. As the novel progressed, Chillingworth fits the profile of vengeance destroys the avenger. When Roger Chillingworth is first introduced to the reader, we see a kind old man, who just has planted the seeds for revenge. Although he did speak of getting his revenge, when Hester first met her husband in her jail cell, she did not see any evil in him. Because Hester would not tell him, who she had slept with, Chillingworth vowed that he would spend the rest of his life having his revenge and that he would eventually suck the soul out of the man, whom she had the affair with. "There is a sympathy that will make me conscious of him. I shall see him tremble. I shall feel myself shudder, suddenly and unawares" (Hawthorne, 101) As the novel develops, Roger Chillingworth has centered himself on Arthur Dimmesdale, but he cannot prove that he is the "one." Chillingworth has become friends with Dimmesdale, because he has a "strange disease," that needed to be cured; Chillingworth suspects something and begins to drill Dimmesdale. "... The disorder is a strange one...hath all the operation of this disorder been fairly laid open to me and recounted to me" (Hawthorne, 156). As Chillingworth continues to drill Dimmesdale, he strikes a nerve. "You deal not, I take it, in medicine for the soul! ... With a frantic gesture, he rushed out of the room" (Hawthorne, 157). As Chillingworth continued to harp on Dimmesdale, he has become the devil, who has found out that he is the one who had sinned against him. He,(Dimmesdale), is "a rare case...I must search this matter to the bottom" (Hawthorne, 158). When Chillingworth overheard Dimmesdale having a bad dream, he entered his quarters and "laid his hand upon his bosom, and thrust aside the vestment, that, ... had always covered it even from the professional eye" (Hawthorne, 159). What Chillingworth had saw there, no one knows, but we know that he saw Dimmesdale's sin on his chest. "... With a wild look of wonder, joy, and horror ... (with) the extravagant gestures with which he threw up his arms towards the ceiling, and stamped his foot upon the floor" (Hawthorne, 159). When Chillingworth becomes the Devil, he is doing many strange things. Chillingworth is keeping himself secluded, and is seen lurking around town in a creepy manner. Roger secluded himself from everyday life to keep his plot for revenge focused. His plot is working too, Dimmesdale's "... soul shivers ... at the sight of the man" (Hawthorne, 240). Chillingworth is also spending a great deal of time in the "forest trees ... searching for roots and twigs, for his strange medicines" (Hawthorne, 145). The townspeople even see that Roger Chillingworth is pure evil. When the town first meets Chillingworth, they think he is a kind old doctor that would not harm a soul. " At first, his expression had been meditative, scholar like" (Hawthorne, 149). While Chillingworth was acting out his revenge plan, the public view of him changed. "Now there was something ugly and evil in his face, which they had not previously noticed, and which still grew the more obvious to sight, the oftener they looked upon him. According to vulgar idea, the fire in his laboratory had been brought from the lower regions, and was fed with internal fuel; and so, as might be expected, his visage was getting sooty with the smoke. Hester Prynne, Roger Chillingworth's wife, sees that Roger Chillingworth is not the man whom she once knew; he has now become a fiend. " ... There came a red glare out of his eyes; as the man's soul were on fire, and kept smoldering duskily within his breast" (Hawthorne, 187). "And thee, answered Hester Prynne, for the hatred that has transformed a wise and