Dimmesdale, on a gloomy autumn day that was although, he thought, to be one of the most beauteous occasion, that had been in the longest while — or perhaps it only did seem that way because of the the scarlet roses that he stopped to smell — was on his way to the church. Oftentimes he would stop to smell all the flowers; the marigolds, the daisies, the tulips, the lilacs, seeing if they would speak to his soul and mind as they sometimes would, but something did seem to particularly draw the minister’s attention to the eye-catching, captivating allure of this bright flower. However today, he had to continue on his way to the church after the singular flower, and he would only yet to see its prevailing importance after his meeting with James Worthington. He was a new fellow to the town, and it seemed that his arrival into the society was not meet with pleasure; for…show more content… He could not believe what his ears were registering as thoughts in his head, and for the most brief of a moment, he did question everything. He continued to assure Worthington of his safety in the society — that he is starting to believe is not the utopia it is thought of to be — and sent him on his way. His external thoughts were of complete difference to those that were shunning him. It had seemed that all the flowers that he admired so deeply outside were shredded so fine, to a size smaller than sand; that it was impeding the growth a once beautiful plant, by sucking all the available life out it. He contemplated to himself what his available options for action were, and although they were few and far between, he needed to make a decision. Because of the utmost respect that the people
