My love for Linton is the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I´m well aware. As winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resmbles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he´s always, always in my mind - not as pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself - but as my own being - so don´t talk of our separation again, it is inpracticable.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (en av mina favoritböcker)
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