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Wuthering Heights. Emily Bronte Intense relationship between the gypsy foundling Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw and how Catherine, forced to choose between passionate, tortured Heathcliff and gentle, well-bred Edgar Linton, surrendered to the expectations of her class.\'Wuthering Heights is commonly thought of as \"romantic\"", but try rereading it without being astonished by the extremes of physical and psychological violence\' Jeanette WintersonEmily Brontë\'s novel of impossible desires, violence and transgression is a masterpiece of intense, unsettling power. It begins in a snowstorm, when Lockwood, the new tenant of Thrushcross Grange on the bleak Yorkshire moors, is forced to seek shelter at Wuthering Heights. There he discovers the history of the tempestuous events that took place years before: the intense passion between the foundling Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, her betrayal of him and the bitter vengeance he now wreaks on the innocent heirs of the past. Edited with an Introduction and notes by PAULINE NESTOR Preface by LUCASTA MILLER\""It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that theytranscend reality.\""--Virginia WoolfBrontë, EmilyEmily Brontë (1818-48). Best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, and a collection of surviving poems, she remains one of the most intensely original and passionate voices in English literature.Chapter 11801.\'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 the court,\' Joseph, take Mr. Lockwood\'s horse and bring up some wine.\' Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,\' was the reflection, suggested by this compound order. No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge cutters.\' 9780141439556