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By sassy Date: 2005 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.10.10.20.23834]] |
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Heathcliff stalked the moors larger than life, uncontainable pride, passion, love drove him madder than he would have been if he had never met her. A dark, brooding, romantic hero, how many girls who encountered him would not think they could change him? How many would not think they could heal his haunted heart? Cathy was the bitch that resides in all of us. She thought she would have her cake and eat it too. Heathcliff, Linton, she'd hold their hearts on a string and play with them as she liked. When she could no longer puppet him from this mortal coil she tormented her love from beyond, icy fingers on the windowsill, icy grasp on his heart. And yet we rejoice when, reunited in death, their ghosts race joyfully over the moors together. |