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Wuthering Heights (Large Print)by Emily Bronte
If you have read any of the classics but you haven't read Wuthering Heights, you should probably amend that immediately. It's one of the only books I was required to read in high school that I actually enjoyed.
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1801.'I have just returned from a visit to my landlord'the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.
Mr. Heathcliff?' I said.
A nod was the answer.
Mr. Lockwood your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts''
Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir, ' he interrupted, wincing. I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it'walk in!'
The walk in' was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed the sentiment, Go to the Deuce': even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathizing movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.When he saw my horse's breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did pull out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered thehistory of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium.
One step brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here the house' preeminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser, reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses.
The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary asbelonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in knee-breeches and gaiters. Such an individual seated in his armchair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr. Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gypsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose.
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"My greatest thought in living is Heathcliff. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be. . . Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always always in my mind: Not as a pleasure . . . But as my own being
Emily Brontë's classic tempestuous love story of Catherine and Heathcliff is played out against the backdrop of the English moors. As young Catherine, daughter of the house, and Heathcliff, an uncouth orphan adopted by the family, grow up together and fall in love, their companionship turns into obsession. Family, class, and fate work cruelly against these two star--crossed lovers.Wuthering Heights is a beloved classic of English literature.
About the Author
Emily BrontË (1818-1848) published Wuthering Heights, her only novel, under the pseudonym of Ellis Bell in 1847--a year before her death at the age of thirty. She also published a volume of poetry under that pseudonym, together with her sisters Charlotte and Anne, entitled Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell.
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