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An essay written by Nathaniel Hawthorne himself, published in 1846.
In this essay, Hawthorne is reflecting on his life, experiences, and motivations as a writer. He talks about his childhood in Salem, Massachusetts, and the influence of his Puritan ancestors on his work. Hawthorne also conveys his views on the writer's role in society and the relationship between artists and the public.
Throughout the essay, Hawthorne emphasizes the importance of imagination and creativity in his writing process. He describes the author as a kind of magician with the power to summon worlds and characters from the depths of imagination. Hawthorne also reflects on the challenges and rewards of his time as a writer, acknowledging the difficulties of solitude and self-doubt that often accompanied his creative process.

Summary
That very singular man, old Dr. Heidegger, once invited four venerable friends to meet him in his study. There were three white-bearded gentlemen, Mr. Medbourne, Colonel Killigrew, and Mr. Gascoigne, and a withered gentlewoman, whose name was the Widow Wycherly. They were all melancholy old creatures, who had been unfortunate in life, and whose greatest misfortune it was that they were not long ago in their graves. Mr. Medbourne, in the vigor of his age, had been a prosperous merchant, but had lost his all by a frantic speculation, and was now little better than a mendicant. Colonel Killigrew had wasted his best years, and his health and substance, in the pursuit of sinful pleasures,¡¦.

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Contents
DR. HEIDEGGER'S EXPERIMENT
THE BIRTHMARK
ETHAN BRAND
WAKEFIELD
DROWNE'S WOODEN IMAGE
THE AMBITIOUS GUEST
THE GREAT STONE FACE
THE GRAY CHAMPION