26 February 2013
Architects of their own destruction an iternal gypsy fire or shallow pride that quench love Heathcliff and Cathy caused their own isolation. In hiding the cupid sent feelings from above.
Till death do us part the old vows say yet how long would be telling as Heathcliff lies by his Lady's grave, strokes her skull, deranged and tired of rebelling.
Waste not so i say what time you have allotted it can be snatched so cruelly away, dont leave your character wanting.
Wuthering Heights • Opuss № I