Just curious...

[Guest Ethan Brand]

...if anyone can tell me where I took my name from.

 

If you guess correctly, I'll, um, bake you some magical brownies, or something.

[Guest J*ingus]

From the Hawthorne story, of course.

 

p.s. DIE HAWTHORNE DIE, YOU MISERABLE OVERRATED HACK.

[Guest Ethan Brand]

::gives Jingus his magical brownies::

 

Aw...I LIKE that story, though.

[Guest Flyboy]

So Jingus will now have magical diaherra?

 

Great.

[Guest Kibagami]

I don't think they're that sort of "magical".

 

But (Y) @ Hawthorne.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

When it comes to mid-nineteenth century American writers, Melville could take Hawthorne to task in no time.

 

::envisions hardcore match wherein Melville stunners Hawthorne through a stack of flaming inkwells::

[Guest J*ingus]

I wish that'd happened, maybe Young Goodman Brown would've never been written.

 

. . .

 

Okay, I'll admit to liking Rappaccini's Daughter, but most of Hawthorne's stuff is painfully clichéd and predictable, with wafer-thin characters and some of the most heavy-handed, incredibly obvious symbolism ever seen on the page.

 

Ah, what the hell, at least he's better than Thomas Hardy.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

Jingus, your words stand out like a single red rose, barely growing, almost choked out by the surrounding morass. The red petals strike such a contrast on the weatherbeaten wood of the jailhouse wall.

 

Or something like that...