The Scarlet Letter

Here, I shall be sharing excerpts from the text of the books I’d be currently reading. These excerpts will be shared when they interest me, give me an insight into the writer’s mind or a peek into the contemporary society
Basically, these extracts shall have something to say.

Here goes the first one. I just began Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter.

“The room itself is cobwebbed, and dingy with old paint; its floor is strewn with grey sand, in a fashion that has elsewhere fallen into long disuse; and it is easy to conclude, from the general slovenliness of the place, that this is a sanctuary into which womankind, with her tools of magic, the broom and mop, has very infrequent access. “

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The paradox

Life is so full of paradoxes that it would definitely be mind boggling to keep a track. Don’t we very often find ourselves trapped in a Catch-22 situation? The solution to the problem takes us back to the problem itself and we’re profoundly confounded.
Be it science or mathematics, the paradox never leaves our side! So if a bucket with infinite capacity is full, there’s always some more that can be added to it. Tell this to a cynic and wait for the awe you expect. Unfortunately, he replies with:
‘a. It cannot have infinite capacity.
b. If it does have, it cannot be full. I think you’re asking the wrong question.’
The very beauty of paradox is spoiled by a tinge of reasoning.

The paradox

Life is so full of paradoxes that it would definitely be mind boggling to keep a track. Don’t we very often find ourselves trapped in a Catch-22 situation? The solution to the problem takes us back to the problem itself and we’re profoundly confounded.
Be it science or mathematics, the paradox never leaves our side! So if a bucket with infinite capacity is full, there’s always some more that can be added to it. Tell this to a cynic and wait for the awe you expect. Unfortunately, he replies with:
‘a. It cannot have infinite capacity.
b. If it does have, it cannot be full. I think you’re asking the wrong question.’
The very beauty of paradox is spoiled by a tinge of reasoning.