Writing about Jane Eyre, which I should have mentioned was by Charlotte Bronte, got me thinking about Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte which I like even more than I liked Jane Eyre.
And I love this quote, especially the end about Heathcliff and Catherine's souls. It's such a beautiful idea. I am going against everything I learned in literature classes by admitting to liking things for the ideas and not the language and the deeper meaning but who cares.
"Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there, had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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