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A Report on Wuthering Heights
In Wuthering Heights (John Murray edition,1910), Emily Bronte tells the story of love and revenge.Wuthering Heights is written by the time span of thirty years, describes a complex emotional relationships of two generations between the Earnshaw family and Linton family.
Heathcliff was a poor gipsy orphan who was deserted on a dirty street.The old kind Mr.Earnshaw took him back and brought him up.Mr.Earnshaw had a beautiful daughter, Catherine Earnshaw, and a son, Hindley.After Heathcliff’s coming to the family, Catherine became his good friend while Hindley always looked down upon the black-haired boy, treated him badly, and tired his best to make him a poor dull farm worker.Because of Heathcliff’s lowly status, he couldn’t offer a comfortable life to Catherine and at last she married Edgar.Linton, a rich young man living in Thrushcro Grange.
The whole novel can be divided into four parts.The first phase describes the daily life of Heathcliff and Catherine’s childhood, their special affection is formed in this particular environment as well as their revolt against the tyrannical Hindley.The second phase focuses on the Catherine pursuit of the traditional of human love and betrayed Heathcliff and she became the mistre of thrush.She admitted to Donnelly that her love to Linton who is young, handsome man.He loves her as well as her wealth, let her to become the most distinguished woman.Catherine has said:”In my heart and soul, I clearly know I was wrong.” Because she also loves Heathcliff.The third phase uses a large pen and ink describing Heathcliff’s revenge.The last part of novel is the death of Heathcliff but revealed a new change in the thinking experience-the recovery of humanity when he understood the love between Hareton and Catherine, so we can see a bunch a hope in the tragic love story.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods; time will change it.I\'m well aware, as winter changes the trees.My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath a source of little visible delight, but neceary.Nell, I am Heathcliff! He\'s always always in my mind; not as a pleasure, any ore than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Love ,when it was paionate, it was sun,rain and sugar;but when itwasn’t paionate, it became a sharp arrow, the deeper you loved, the worse scar you would had.As for a person who had already got hurt badly, love can be a dealcohol agent, which can worn him to be cautious before fall in love again.However, even though it can not be able to prevent the coming of love, until it break all the fantasy of love into pieces one more time.I don’t know exactly how many people died for love, but I believe that most of them had decided to keep alive eventually.They continued to be living, til the time smooth the painful memory.Once think about that one day, all of us well be vanished in the memory of the person who we loved before.What a terrible thing !
I cannot expre it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained
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here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff\'s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning:my great thought in living is himself.If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I\'m well aware, as winter changes the trees.My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but neceary.Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He\'s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.So don\'t talk of our separation again.
As long as you keep alive, you have to deal with all kinds of things,until these confused things fall the first memory into oblivion, make the life return to the peaceful status, and make you hope for nothing.In my idea, if a person can live by memory and revenge like Heathcliff , we can really count it as a life of luxury.
At present, I am listening the song named Where Did You Sleep Last Night, I descend into the dark and hysterical.It remind me of Heathcliff who looks like a grim people but has the most paionate love inside.
Maybe, I love his arbitrary, his unreasonable, especially his hysterical, stubborn.Once you love someone, you become extraordinarily stubborn, be so poeive of her, even be a ma of bruises, you still never let go.The stronger to surface, the weaker to inside.I want to hug the grim Heathcliff, have you ever saw the tears slipped along his face in the hopele darkne.
If during my lifetime, I have the opportunity to have a love like this, I think I will not try to deny.
Compare Jane Eyre with Wuthering Heights, I didn’t find any differences on the expreion of love.If there is a difference, I think Wuthering Heignts voices that I love more, hate more, and more painful.This kind of love has reached to their limitation,it will bring no more than crazy and devastation.For two people who love each other with great paion, We,Human,You,Outside can be nothing, because they are the Universe for each other.
Emily Bronte merely lived thirty years, I don’t know her experience.But I think she was burned by the paion and despair, and maybe this is a happy thing for her.
